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He listen'd for the traveller's tread,
The nightingale sung sweet,—
He started up, for now he heard
The sound of coming feet;
The nightingale sung sweet,—
He started up, for now he heard
The sound of coming feet;
He started up and graspt a stake
And waited for his prey;
There came a lonely traveller
And Jaspar crost his way.
And waited for his prey;
There came a lonely traveller
And Jaspar crost his way.
But Jaspar's threats and curses fail'd
The traveller to appal,
He would not lightly yield the purse
That held his little all.
The traveller to appal,
He would not lightly yield the purse
That held his little all.
Awhile he struggled, but he strove
With Jaspar's strength in vain;
Beneath his blows he fell and groan'd,
And never spoke again.
With Jaspar's strength in vain;
Beneath his blows he fell and groan'd,
And never spoke again.
