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Unpitying Lorne!—art thou a brother too? The hapless father's blood is on thy sword, And wilt thou slay the child! spare him! spare him! Ha! art thou here? in blessed hour return'd To join thy prayers with mine,—to move their hearts— Their flinty hearts;—to bid them spare my child!

The prayer is heard already: look thou here Beneath this mantle where he soundly sleeps.