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138 'And the sea-birds noisy I love to keep,

Their timid forms to guard from harm;

I have a spell, and they know it well,

And I save them with a powerful charm.

'Thy own good steed on his friendless bed

A few hours since you left to die;

But I knelt by his side and the saddle untied,

And life returned to his glazing eye.

'To a silent home thy feet may come,

And years may follow of toilsome pain;

But yet I swear by that burning tear,

The loved shall meet on its hearth again.'