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When fell the chill that tells of day,7 Darkling, the warriors took their way. Leaving the river's rocky bed Silent and swift, Moyarra led. Nor long they journeyed, ere a star Eclipsed in station high, while near Beamed brightly many a rival sphere, Served to their practised eyes to show Where frowned a neighbouring mountain's brow; Nearing it with unslackened pace They bounded up its rocky base: With joy beheld that winter's chill Had bared the summit of the hill. Save where in dreary order stood Some hardier scions of the wood Which, having bloomed their little hour Remained, types of their tyrant's power, Lifeless, yet in bleak array Memorials eloquent of decay.

Now, lo! each moment brighter than the last