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Than to meet that brow, whose beauty and power Had somewhat yet of their earlier hour, Deeper the present contrast to show; But pride still struggled in vain with woe, And in the wild light of the fiery eye Was written hell's immortality. He spoke:—"Now the vow of thy faith resign, And in life or in death is thine. Seal with thy blood." She bared her arm, And the life-stream flow'd for the godless charm. One single drop on her ring was shed, And the diamond shone as the ruby red. "Sealed mine own, now this be the sign That in life or in death is thine."

Farewell, Allemaigne, farewell to thy strand, They are bound to another, a southern land.