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The bard hath ceased his song, and bound
 * The falchion to his side;

E'en for the marriage altar crowned,
 * The lover quits his bride!

And all this haste, and change, and fear,
 * By earthly clarion spread!

How will it be when kingdoms hear
 * The blast that wakes the dead?