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ENOCH ARDEN.
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Were feeble, so that falling prone he dugHis fingers into the wet earth, and pray’d.
 ‘Too hard to bear! why did they take me thence?O God Almighty, blessed Saviour, ThouThat did'st uphold me on my lonely isle,Uphold me, Father, in my lonelinessA little longer! aid me, give me strengthNot to tell her, never to let her know.Help me not to break in upon her peace.My children too! must I not speak to these?They know me not. I should betray myself.Never: no father’s kiss for me—the girlSo like her mother, and the boy, my son.’
 There speech and thought and nature fail’d a little,And he lay tranced; but when he rose and pacedBack toward his solitary home again,All down the long and narrow street he wentBeating it in upon his weary brain,
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