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a ballad.
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Still murmur'd in his ear the shade—
"Thus did I hope in thee!"

Yet Stuart weep not! in yon skies,
Where thou shalt quickly be,
Say, can thy loyal servant prize
A life-drop shed for thee?

Oh! the red-drop, the transient groan,
The struggle and farewel,
Were quickly pass'd, forever gone,
And but with memory dwell:

Nay, in that last, stern, bitter hour,
Even as the spirit fled,
The noble victim felt its pow'r,
And gloried as he bled!