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 against the traitor?" In a low murmuring voice, turning to them, she answered:

"When turf and faggots crackling blaze; When fire and torch-lights dimly burn; When kine at morn refuse to graze, And the green leaf begins to turn; Then shall pain and sickness come, Storms abroad, and woes at home. When cocks are heard to crow at ev'n, And swallows slowly ply their wing; When home-bound ships from port are driv'n, And dolphins roll, and mermaids sing; Then shall pain and sickness come, Storms abroad, and woes at home. When the black ox shall tread with his foot On the green growing saplin's tender root; Then a stranger shall stand in Glenarvon's hall, And his portals shall blaze and his turrets shall fall. Glenarvon, the day of thy glory is o'er; Thou shalt sail from hence, but return no more. Sound mournfully, my harp; oh, breath a strain, More sad than that which Sion's daughters sung, When on the willow boughs their harps they hung, And wept for lost Jerusalem! A train More sorrowful before my eyes appear: They come, in chains they come! The hour of fate is near.