Which bound me to my failing race,

Was broken in this fatal place.

One on the earth, and one beneath—

My brothers—both had ceased to breathe:220

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I took that hand which lay so still,

Alas! my own was full as chill;

I had not strength to stir, or strive,

But felt that I was still alive—

A frantic feeling, when we know

That what we love shall ne'er be so.

I know not why

I could not die,[20]

I had no earthly hope—but faith,

And that forbade a selfish death.230

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IX.

What next befell me then and there

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