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Curses upon that night. There came a voice, There came a gentle step;—even on that heap Of blood and ashes did I kneel, and pour To the great God my gratitude! That curl Was wet with tears of happiness; that step, That voice, were sweet familiar ones,—one child, My eldest son, was sent me from the grave! That night he had escaped....

We left the desolate valley, and we went Together to the mountains and the woods, And there inhabited in love and peace, Till a strong spirit came upon men's hearts, And roused them to avenge their many wrongs. Yet stood they not in battle, and the arm Of the oppressor was at first too mighty.