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16 Heard ye? She made a prophecy of Konrad,— Konrad, the name of valiant Wallenrod! Let brother unto brother give the hand, And knightly word, and in to-morrow's council Our Master he!" —"Agreed," they cried, "agreed!" And shouting went they. Far along the vale Resounds the voice of triumph and of joy; "Long Konrad live! long the Grand-Master live! Long live the Order! perish heathenesse!"

Halban remained behind, in deep thought plunged; He on the shouters cast an eye of scorn. He looked towards the tower, and in low tones, This song he sang, departing from the place:—

Wilija, thou parent of streams in our land, Heaven-blue is thy visage and golden thy sand; But, lovely Litwinka, who drinkest its wave. Far purer thy heart, and thy beauty more brave. Wilija, thou flowest through Kowno's fair vale. Amid the gay tulips and narcissus pale.