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 Taunt him who failed in his attempt. Full often from the neighbouring stream She caught unhoped repast for them; Then, spreading out her little hoard, Waited the coming of her lord, And joyed to see the fond surprise That glistened in his wondering eyes.

"Koreungat! seest thou not? that light That ever wont to shine so bright— Sure, no mischance"——upon his tongue With faltering tone the accents hung. Hapless Moyarra! 'tis too true; The fire that nightly beamed for you. Trimmed by the fostering hand of love, No longer glimmers through the grove; The hands that nursed it, clasped in woe, Plead vainly to the insulting foe; The eyes that ached for thy return Beneath the victor's thraldom mourn; The heart in which thou wert enshrined, Which in thine absence ever pined,