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��For sternly toward her darling son He tuni'd himself to speak.
" Stand forth, and name thy rebel friends,
These men to justice give, Misguided youth ! and mercy's voice
Bids thee go free and live."
From earth indignant Nora sprang, Her proud form towering high,
And bade the idol of her love Gird up his strength to die :
" For, if with deadly sin like this, Should fleeting breath be bought,
Thy mother's milk shall scorch thy veins, As burns the poison-draught."
She saw them lead her gallant boy
A felon's death to die ; And strangely mark'd his latest pang
With fix'd and tearless eye.
In one prolong'd and fond embrace She wrapp'd the lifeless clay,
And firmly walking by its side, Led on the homeward way.
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