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On! on!—behold the foe! their speed Shames all past efforts;—every nerve To straining, ministers to their need When most its sacrifice may serve. Rapid, they gain: the conscious foe Now, first, his danger starts to know: With fiercer gesture, feller tone, His trembling prey he urges on:— She, witless of the succour nigh Tasks her reluctant strength to fly: Now, now, Moyarra! let your need Add wings to favour yet your speed. Yet, look back, Mytah! as a flower Beneath the pitiless thunderstorm Droops, laden with the dropping shower, So yielded Mytah's fainting form:— Her fate how different! from her fall No gentle breath can bid her rise:— Life's sunshine never can recall The light of life to her dark eyes. Muntookan paused—and backward cast One glance—a moment, and 'tis passed—