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But while the old man sang, a mist of tears O'er Haroun's eyes had gathered, and a thought— Oh! many a sudden and remorseful thought Of his youth's once-lov'd friends, the martyr'd race O'erflowed his softening heart.—"Live, live!" he cried, "Thou faithful unto death! live on, and still Speak of thy lords; they were a princely band!"