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Stern thoughts and fierce resolves—now veil'd in shade, And now in characters of fire pourtray'd. Changed e'en his voice—as thus its mournful tone Wakes in her heart each feeling of his own.

"Zayda, my doom is fix'd—another day, And the wrong'd exile shall be far away; Far from the scenes where still his heart must be, His home of youth, and, more than all—from thee. Oh! what a cloud hath gather'd o'er my lot, Since last we met on this fair tranquil spot! Lovely as then, the soft and silent hour, And not a rose hath faded from thy bower; But I–my hopes the tempest hath o'erthrown, And changed my heart, to all but thee alone. Farewell, high thoughts! inspiring hopes of praise, Heroic visions of my early days! In me the glories of my race must end, The exile hath no country to defend! E’en in life's morn, my dreams of pride are o'er, Youth's buoyant spirit wakes for me no more, And one wild feeling in my alter'd breast Broods darkly o'er the ruins of the rest