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Gazed till his burning brain Grew dizzy with excess of pain; For unheal'd wounds his strength had worn, And all the toil his flight had borne; His lip, and cheek, and brow were flame; And when welcome came, It fell on a regardless ear, As bow'd beside a column near, He leant insensible to all Of good or ill that could befall.