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 during the moorish epoch will be very obvious at a glance.

sun! thou lovely sun—

Wherefore look so gloomy?

Wherefore look so gloomy down

On oppress'd bohemians?

Tell us where our prince is gone,

Tell us where our hosts are staying;

He to Otto's court is fled.

Orphan'd country! who shall save thee?

Rescue thee from ruin's grasp?

Look! the foeman's hosts are coming,

Evil saxons—germans they;

What a line of long battalions

Rushing down the mountain-way,

Rushing down upon our vallies.

Wretched people! ye must give,