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"What if the traitor's false faith failed, By sweet temptation tried,— What if in distant Hungary He clasp another bride?— Despise the fickle fool, my girl, Who hath ta'en the pebble and spurned the pearl: While soul and body shall hold together In his perjured heart shall be stormy weather."

"Oh! mother, mother! gone is gone, And lost will still be lost! Death, death is the goal of my weary soul, Crushed and broken and crost. Spark of my life! down, down to the tomb: Die away in the night, die away in the gloom! What pity to me does God impart? Woe, woe, woe! for my heavy heart!"