XII

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XII

And they had fix’d the wedding-day,

The morning that must wed them both;

But Stephen to another Maid

Had sworn another oath;

And with this other Maid to church

Unthinking Stephen went⁠—

Poor Martha! on that woeful day

A cruel, cruel fire, they say,

Into her bones was sent:

It dried her body like a cinder,

And almost turned her brain to tinder.