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 To hear good tidings; hear of Liberty, Of his own liberty by his brother's arm Atchiev'd in hard fought battle. He shall live Happy. The memory of his prison'd years Shall heighten all his joys, and his grey hairs Go to the grave in peace." "I would fain live To see that day," replied their aged hoft, How would my heart leap once more to behold The gallant generous chieftain! I fought by him When all the hopes of victory were lost, And down his batter'd arms the blood stream'd fast From many a wound. Like wolves they hemm'd us in Fierce in unhoped for conquest: all around Our dead and dying countrymen lay heap'd. Yet still he strove, I wondered at his valour! Was not a man that on that fatal day "Fought