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With sound the least that can be made
They follow, more and more afraid,
More cautious as they draw more near;
But in his darkness he can hear,
And guesses their intent.
"Lei-gha—Lei-gha"—then did he cry
"Lei-gha—Lei-gha"—most eagerly;
Thus did he cry, and thus did pray,
And what he meant was, "Keep away,
And leave me to myself!"
Alas! and when he felt their hands
You've often heard of magic Wands,
That with a motion overthrow
A palace of the proudest shew,
Or melt it into air.
So all his dreams, that inward light
With which his soul had shone so bright,
All vanish'd;—'twas a heartfelt cross
To him, a heavy, bitter loss,
As he had ever known.
