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Fond longings dimly understood,
“ Full soon, upon that dream of sin,
The idol of that shrine was gone ;
Outcast, and spurned and lone, Wrapt in the shadows of my crime,
With withering heart and burning brain,
And tears that fell like fiery rain, I passed a fearful time.
“ There came a voice — it checked the tear
In heart and soul it wrought a change ; My father's voice was in my ear;
It whispered of revenge !
All lingering tenderness away ;
In childhood's better day,
“A youthful warrior of the wild,
Through camp and town and wilderness
The bloody token of success.
“Oh God! with what an awful power
I saw the buried past uprise,
Its ghost-like memories !
The heart's wild love had known no change ;
The victim of its own revenge !
I thought not of his baleful guile,
I only saw that victim's smile —
“ And oh, with what a loathing eye,
With what a deadly hate, and deep,