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ENOCH ARDEN.
 ‘Woman, disturb me not now at the last,But let me hold my purpose till I die.Sit down again; mark me and understand,While I have power to speak. I charge you now,When you shall see her, tell her that I diedBlessing her, praying for her, loving her;Save for the bar between us, loving herAs when she laid her head beside my own.And tell my daughter Annie, whom I sawSo like her mother, that my latest breathWas spent in blessing her and praying for her.And tell my son that I died blessing him.And say to Philip that I blest him too;He never meant us any thing but good.But if my children care to see me dead,Who hardly knew me living, let them come,I am their father; but she must not come,For my dead face would vex her after-life.And now there is but one of all my bloodWho will embrace me in the world-to-be:
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