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 Sad sorrow fill’d his noble heart,
 * As round his glance did go,

And he mourn’d aloud, with a wood-dove’s wail,
 * For his country’s pain and woe.

Long time he sate, long time he mus’d,
 * Then up, like a stag, sprang he,

And through the wood, the lonely wood,
 * Right speedily did flee;

From man to man through all the land,
 * From warrior to warrior went,

And few the words he spake to each,
 * And secret their intent;

Before the Gods he bow’d himself,
 * Then on, on his mission bent.

The first, the second day is past,
 * And men, a numerous band,

On the third day's night, in the pale moonlight,
 * All in the black wood stand.

Thence Zaboi led them to a dell,
 * All in the deep, deep wood,

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