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 He falls upon his knees and prays, The great bell far above him sways, Then all ring, like on funeral days. He listens, praying on the floor, Charles is no more! Charles is no more!”

The next day came a rider, sent From Prague to Karlův Týn sadly spent; And as he spoke the people wept— Yes, sadly wept—for Charles now slept.

They wept to hear their king was dead; He died the night before, they said. Bohemia honors still his name, Their good King Charles, well known to fame.