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MEROPE.
THE CHORUS.
How?
MEROPE.
Whispering hope of a life
Which no stranger unknown,
But the faithful servant and nurse,
Whose tears warrant his truth,
Bears sad witness is lost.
THE CHORUS.
Wheresoe'er men are, there is grief. ant. 1.
In a thousand countries, a thousand
Homes, e'en now is there wail:
Mothers lamenting their sons.
MEROPE.
Yes ——
THE CHORUS.
Thou knowest it?
MEROPE.
This,
Who lives, witnesses.
THE CHORUS.
True.
MEROPE.
But is it only a fate
Sure, all-common, to lose
In a land of friends, by a friend,
One last, murder-saved child?
