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Undinm'd by sorrow or by care!
And song broke forth, a gentle strain,
Befitting him who meets again
The heart that ever was so true,—
Though crush'd, it beats for him anew.
But scowling on the youthful form
A spirit fiercer than the storm
Led by the voice of human bliss
Aim'd the death-blow—he did not miss.

Senseless he laid, to wake and hear
A youthful voice fall on his ear.
'Twas Odo's; but before he spoke,
The day, 'mid stormy vapours, broke.
He bade him seek his father's hall
To let him know what did befall
His nightly journey; then too weak
The name so faintly breath'd to speak,
He pointed to his bleeding breast,
Where Mary's picture still did rest;
All else the ruthless robber found,
(One golden coin was on the ground,)
And Odo quickly understood,
And wip'd away the soil of blood.

Swift Odo sped, but on his sight
Forth came the robber in his flight;