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The bridal of Vaumond

A Metrical Romance

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XIII. SONG CONTINUED.
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XIII.
SONG CONTINUED.

Now the home, by whirlwinds sever'd,
Leaves no mournful wreck behind;
Now before yon altar, shiver'd,
None a resting-place may find.
Saint, nor miracle, nor spell
Save thee, priest, or sinner pale;
'Tis the jubilee of hell!
'Tis the hour when WE prevail!
Now from smoking ruins glaring
Where the wand'rer sought his home,
In his anguish, wildly staring,
Mock we at the wretch's doom.

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Now, in flame or flood, exulting,
Jest we with the dying cry;
O'er the struggling wretch insulting,
We enjoy his latest sigh.