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A TALE OF FARGEAU.

What murmurs rose 'mid thine oarsmen bold

At viewing the triumph of wrong o'er right?

For a treacherous blow

Despatched thy foe,

And blood-stains cannot be hid with gold.

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"Dost thou remember how thou didst spurn

Pity or shame, and with reeking blade

Pierced the bosoms of each in turn;

Spilt the gore

Of the fated four,

And over the boatside cast the dead?

"Count Rudolph, thine hand hath given

More than death to blameless men;

Innocent souls are barred from heaven;

He cannot come

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