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58 With sound the least that can be made

They follow, more and more afraid,

More cautious as they draw more near;

But in his darkness he can hear,

And guesses their intent.

"Lei-gha—Lei-gha"—then did he cry

"Lei-gha—Lei-gha"—most eagerly;

Thus did he cry, and thus did pray,

And what he meant was, "Keep away,

And leave me to myself!"

Alas! and when he felt their hands

You've often heard of magic Wands,

That with a motion overthrow

A palace of the proudest shew,

Or melt it into air.

So all his dreams, that inward light

With which his soul had shone so bright,

All vanish'd;—'twas a heartfelt cross

To him, a heavy, bitter loss,

As he had ever known.