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Rh In Litwa. If they trace us in the mountains―" "Let us again go farther." "Farther? farther? Unhappy one! shall we go far from Litwa, Into the Tartar's or the Rusin's hands?" Hushed was Aldona, troubled at this answer, For hitherto it had to her appeared Her Fatherland were long as is the world, Wide without end; and now for the first time She heard there was no refuge in all Litwa. Wringing her hands she asked, "What may be done?" "One way, Aldona, one remains to Litwa To break the Order's power: that way I know; But ask it not for God's sake. Hundred times Be cursed that hour in which, constrained by foes, I seize these means." No farther would he say, Heard not Aldona's prayers, but only heard And saw before him Litwa's misery. At last the flame of vengeance, nursed in silence, By sight of suffering and defeat, increased. And did surround his heart, consumed all feelings— One feeling even, hitherto life-sweetening,— Feeling of love. So when the hunters light A hidden fire 'neath oaks of Bialowiez, It burns away the inner pith; the monarch