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46 “Comrades, good night!”—The Hetman threw His length beneath the oak-tree shade, With leafy couch already made, A bed nor comfortless nor new To him, who took his rest whene’er The hour arrived, no matter where:— His eyes the hastening slumbers steep. And if ye marvel Charles forgot To thank his tale, he wonder’d not,— The king had been an hour asleep.