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THE GUERILLA LEADER'S VOW.
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THE GUERILLA LEADER'S VOW.
All my pretty ones!
Did you say all?
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Let us make medicine of this great revenge,
To cure this deadly grief!
Macbeth.
My battle-vow!—no minster walls
Gave back the burning word,
Nor cross nor shrine the low deep tone
Of smother'd vengeance heard:
But the ashes of a ruin'd home
Thrill'd, as it sternly rose,
With the mingling voice of blood that shook
The midnight's dark repose.
