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 And the dalesmen still drudge on As they did in good days gone.

"Good!"

For days of peace they were.

"Peace?"

O haste thee, Brand, O fly!

Woe, I dream!

Thy dream's gone by, But thou needest sheltering care

I am strong.

Ah me, not yet; Still the fell dream lies in wait. Once again from wife and child It shall sweep thee, cloud-beguiled, Once again thy soul obscure,— If thou wilt not seek the cure.

Oh, vouchsafe it!

Thou availest, Thou alone, that cure to reach.