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"I know what thou wouldst do,—and be it done!   Thy soul is darken'd with its fears for me. Trust me to Heaven, my husband! this, thy son,    The babe whom I have born thee, must be free! And the sweet memory of our pleasant hearth May well give strength if aught be strong on earth.

"Thou hast been brooding o'er the silent dread   Of my desponding tears; now lift once more, My hunter of the hills! thy stately head,    And let thine eagle glance my joy restore! I can bear all, but seeing thee subdued,— Take to thee back thine own undaunted mood.

"Go forth beside the waters, and along   The chamois-paths, and thro' the forests go; And tell, in burning words, thy tale of wrong    To the brave hearts that midst the hamlets glow. God shall be with thee, my belov'd!—Away! Bless but thy child, and leave me,—I can pray!"