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52 His death the young Lychopinax espied, As on the flowery brink he pass'd the day, Bask'd in the beams, and loiter'd life away. Loud shrieks the mouse, his shrieks the shores repeat; The nibbling nation learn their hero's fate: Grief, dismal grief ensues; deep murmurs sound, And shriller fury fills the deafen'd ground. From lodge to lodge the sacred heralds run, To fix their council with the rising sun; Where great Troxartes crown'd in glory reigns, And winds his lengthening court beneath the plains: Psycarpax' father, father now no more! For poor Psycarpax lies remote from shore; Supine he lies! the silent waters stand, And no kind billow wafts the dead to land!