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Oh, that was mercy!—but she knew her love; And over her pale face a calm smile shone,— Fondly though faintly breathed and blest his name! That night the moonlight shone upon , And in his arms—a corpse!****

He lived in one deep feeling—in revenge: With men he mingled not but in the battle;— His mingling there was deadly! When the Was driven from the land which he had spoiled, That dark chief sought 's grave!—a cross Marks !