Page and monarch forth they went,
Forth they went together:
Through the rude wind's wild lament
And the bitter weather.
4."Sire, the night is darker now,
And the wind blows ſtronger;
"Fails my heart I know not how;
I can go no longer.'
"Mark my footſteps, good my page;
Tread thou in them boldly:
"Thou ſhalt find the winter's rage
Freeze thy blood leſs coldly."
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