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182 Away then! let's fly O'er the zephyr-kissed ocean. The soul-lighted eye Sees armies in motion, Sees proud banners wave O'er the dust-sprinkled course.

From his forefathers brave Draws the hero new force.

With sorrow laden, Within this valley's All-silent alleys The fairest maiden Again I see. Twice can this be? What! shall I hear it. And not have spirit To ease her pains?

Unworthy chains?

And now I've seen her Alas! how changed! With cold demeanour, And looks estranged, With ghostly tread,— All hope is fled,