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And thou shalt fall to earth again,
A mortal wrung with want and pain !
Even Melleff felt his heart more light
Than 'neath the curtain of the night ;
There seemed a tender presence near,
That with sweet promise filled his ear —
Promise of liberty and home !
Thought of his mother scarce was gloom —
Not greatly generous hearts complain
For those for whom to die is gain. —
That midnight whisper, breathing low
Of cheer and love — oh, might he know
If it were hers ! he will obey,
Howe'er it be, and hope and pray !
With clearer brow and footstep strong
He follows now that servile throng.
Heavily doth the mid-day pass,
When earth and heaven alike are brass.
