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218 God! how I watched them from the darkness there, Clutching the dripping branches of a tree, Peering as close as ever I might dare, And sobbing, sobbing, oh, so bitterly!

But no, it’s folly; and I mustn’t stay. To-morrow I am going far away. I’ll find a ship and sail before the mast; In some wild land I’ll bury all the past. I’ll live on lonely shores and there forget, Or tell myself that there has never been The gay and tender courage of Lucette, The little loving arms of Jacqueline.

A man lonely upon a lonely isle, Sometimes I’ll look towards the North and smile To think they’re happy, and they both believe I died for France, and that I lie at rest; And for my glory’s sake they’ve ceased to grieve, And hold my memory sacred. Ah! that’s best. And in that thought I’ll find my joy and peace As there alone I wait the Last Release.