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. For that gift of life, With one of tenfold price, even freedom's self, Thou hast repaid me well.

. Then bid me not Forsake thee ! Though my father's tents may rise At times upon my spirit, yet my home Shall be amidst thy mountains, Prince, and thou Shalt be my chief, until I see thee robed With all thy power. When thou canst need no more Thine Arab's faithful heart and vigorous arm, From the green regions of the setting sun Then shall the wanderer turn his steps, and seek His orient wilds again.

. Be near me still, And ever, oh my warrior! I shall stand Again amidst my hosts, a mail-clad king, Begirt with spears and banners, and the pomp And the proud sounds of battle. Be thy place Then at my side. When doth a monarch cease To need true hearts, bold hands? Not in the field Of arms, nor on the throne of power, nor yet The couch, of sleep. Brave friend, we will not part.

. Be all thy friends thus faithful, for even yet They may be fiercely tried.

. I doubt them not. E'en now my heart beats high to meet their welcome. Let us away.

. Yet hear once more, my liege: The humblest pilgrim, from his distant shrine