a ballad.
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Still murmur'd in his ear the shade—
"Thus did I hope in thee!"
"Thus did I hope in thee!"
Yet Stuart weep not! in yon skies,
Where thou shalt quickly be,
Say, can thy loyal servant prize
A life-drop shed for thee?
Where thou shalt quickly be,
Say, can thy loyal servant prize
A life-drop shed for thee?
Oh! the red-drop, the transient groan,
The struggle and farewel,
Were quickly pass'd, forever gone,
And but with memory dwell:
The struggle and farewel,
Were quickly pass'd, forever gone,
And but with memory dwell:
Nay, in that last, stern, bitter hour,
Even as the spirit fled,
The noble victim felt its pow'r,
And gloried as he bled!
Even as the spirit fled,
The noble victim felt its pow'r,
And gloried as he bled!
