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Rh The iron-hearted Governor of Salza Rides furious into Nordhaoseu ; his horse, Spurred past endurance, drops before the gate. The Council has been called to hear him read The Landgrave's message, — all men say, 'tis death Unto our race. Where is our father, Keuben ? With Babbi Jacob. Through the streets they Striving to quell the terror. Ab, too late ! Had he but heeded the prophetic voice, This warning angel led to us in vain ! Brother, be calm. Man your young heart to front Whatever ills the Lord afflicts us with. What does Prince William P Hastes he not to aid? None know his whereabouts. Some say he’s held Imprisoned by the Landgrave. Others tell While he was posting with deliverance To Nordliausen, in bloody Schnetzen's wake,