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Where hath not woman stood, Strong in affection's might? a reed, upborne By an o'ermastering current!

and lovely form, What didst thou here, When the fierce battle-storm Bore down the spear?

Banner and shiver'd crest, Beside thee strown, Tell, that amidst the best, Thy work was done!

Yet strangely, sadly fair, O'er the wild scene, Gleams, through its golden hair, That brow serene.