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THE GUERILLA CHIEF.
Oh, that was mercy!—but she knew her love;
And over her pale face a calm smile shone,—
Fondly though faintly breathed and blest his name!
That night the moonlight shone upon Leandro,
And in his arms—a corpse!****
He lived in one deep feeling—in revenge:
With men he mingled not but in the battle;—
His mingling there was deadly! When the Gaul
Was driven from the land which he had spoiled,
That dark chief sought Bianca's grave!—a cross
Marks the Guerilla and the Maiden's tomb!
