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Thus time pass'd on. At length, one day Beside her favourite haunt she lay, When rush'd some band who wish'd to make Her prisoner for her beauty's sake.

She saw them ere they gain'd her seat, Ah! safety may she gain? Though mountain deer be not more fleet, Yet here flight is in vain. The lake—oh, it is there to save! She plunges—is it to a grave? Moons waned; again is come the night When sprites are free for earthly sight. They see the mortal maiden ride In honour by the chieftain's side, So beautiful, so free from sin, Worthy was she such boon to win: