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THE RING
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Father.—wrench'd it away.
Miriam. Had floated in with sad reproachful eyes,Till from her own hand she had torn the ringIn fright, and fallen dead. And I myselfAm half afraid to wear it.
Father.Well, no more!No bridal music this! but fear not you!You have the ring she guarded; that poor linkWith earth is broken, and has left her free,Except that, still drawn downward for an hour,Her spirit hovering by the church, where she
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