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Thou hast said too well. But what of this?

Then there are those, to whom The Prophet's armies not as foes would pass Yon gates, but as deliverers. Might they not In some still hour, when weariness takes rest, Be won to welcome us?—Your children's steps May yet bound lightly through their father's halls!

Thou treacherous Moor!

Let me not thus be tried Beyond all strength, oh Heaven!

Now, 'tis for thee, Thou Christian mother! on thy sons to pass The sentence—life or death!—the price is set On their young blood, and rests within thy hands.

Mother! thou tremblest!

Hath thy heart resolved?