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And when he found her health unharm'dHe would not brook delay,But press'd the not unwilling MaidTo fix the bridal day.
And when at length it came, with joyThey hail'd the bridal day,And onward to the house of GodThey went their willing way.
And as they at the altar stoodAnd heard the sacred rite,The hallowed tapers dimly stream'dA pale sulphureous light.
And as the Youth with holy warmthHer hand in his did hold,Sudden he felt Donica's handGrow deadly damp and cold.
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