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 Calls on Bizardo's aid; he heard; our hands Enwove the osier car; the cave receives The senseless stranger. "O'er his couch I bent With pious vigilance and fearful hope, Watching the wounded man till fugitive life Dubious return'd. His eyes gazed wistful round And e're again the heavy lids closed on them Beam'd languid gratitude. Long time elapsed E're thro' his frame the temperate current roll'd Of former strength: for deeply had he felt The ruffian's sword, and distant many a league Domremi lay the strangers native home.

"Scarce eighteen years had nerv'd the stripling's arm; Yet Theodore had view'd each deathful scene: And oft the tear from his averted eye He dried; mindful of fertile fields laid waste, Dispeopled hamlets, the lorn widow's groan, And the pale orphan's feeble cry for bread. "But