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Be secret!—for along my destin'd path I yet must darkly move.—Now, follow me; And join a band of men, in whose high hearts There lies a nation's strength.

My noble father! Thy words have given me all for which I pined— An aim, a hope, a purpose!—And the blood Doth rush in warmer currents thro' my veins, As a bright fountain from its icy bonds By the quick sun-stroke freed.

Ay, this is well! Such natures burst men's chains!—Now, follow me. [Exeunt.