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 With hopes in tenderness concealed, Unarmed he followed to the field. Him will I seek: the insurgent Powers Are now besieging Barnard's Towers,— “Grant that the Moon which shines this night May guide them in a prudent flight!”

But quick the turns of chance and change, And knowledge has a narrow range ; Whence idle fears, and needless pain, And wishes blind, and efforts vain.— Their flight the fair Moon may not see; For, from mid-heaven, already she Hath witnessed their captivity. She saw the desperate assault Upon that hostile Castle made;— But dark and dismal is the Vault Where Norton and his Sons are laid! Disastrous issue!—He had said