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Erni, young Erni! the land hath risen! —Alas! to be lone in thy narrow prison! Those free streamers glancing, and thou not there! —Is the moment of rapture, or fierce despair? —Hark! there's a tumult that shakes his cell, At the gates of the mountain citadel! Hark! a clear voice through the rude sounds ringing! —Doth he know the strain, and the wild, sweet singing?

It is she!—She is come like a day-spring beam, She that so mournfully shadow'd his dream!