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    Ere he would dip his fetlocks ; and fall soon , Ere the inid durrent reached him , we were swept , Rider add torse , along the ruling flood . The torrent-spanning wow-arch had shut out The light of day , and my wild shout arose , Bidding farewell to Jife . * * *

    * . * * I could not die ! The mountain-trackers drew me forth again , Arid warmed me back to life , and dressed my wounds , And fed and cherished me , and taugh ' t me how To chase the wild prey o ' er the steepest crag , And tread secure in peril . One bright mom

    I stood upon a cavern * s edge , and bent Gazing in depths below my vision ' s ken : The dropping pebbles from the black abyss Returned no sound , and my impatient mood Brooked not uncertainty : a craggy mass I loosened from its bed , and as it fell

    My unnrrn footing followed . Death afar Mocked at my peril , —for I could not die ! ? * * * « Time passed away , and on a broad green plain Two hostile troops of armed men were ranged . Eager for murder . A bri g ht lady came , And spoke fair words of freedom and of Right , And bade me be a warrior . At her words

    I bounded on a charger , and a blade Weaponed my band ; the death-shots rang aloud , And warm blood was poured forth . Then fell revenge Grew stronger than ambition . Lances low , And blades on high , and trampling hoofs , and spurs J > riven to their rowel-heads , and battle-shouts ,

    And volleying sounds , and clashing arms , and smoke , And flames , and dust , and shrieks of rage and pfm , And crushing strokes , and breaking limbs , and wounds . Welling with blood ; and steeds upon the earth . Crushing disabled riders as they fell ;

    And o ' er this scene of horror loudly rang The victors voices , Freedom ! ' Liberty V ' Our Country and Revenge ! No mercy , None V How my soul loathes itself ! Throughout that field My dark steed bore me , striking at , and stricken ; My band against my fellows * livea , and theirs Failing to slay me . Oh ! I could not die ! Or I ha ^ perishe ^ , knowhag the foul truth That " I had fought th ^ fiend Ambition ' a ^ g kt , And , like * hired ruffian , dyed my band In ignorant men ' s blood . Tk * t Ja 4 y qame , And praised eq * far jajy wort I bft de Mr loofe On the piled c * rM $ * , m # f 1 trnw ^ ajfaj ^ S ^^ j ^ P ^ S ^ T ^ W ^ ^ - JfWflLJMWK . » .,., , > ? * " »

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  • Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Sept. 2, 1835, page unpag, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse-os.kdl.kcl.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2649/page/43/