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he other was as pure of mind,But formed to combat with his kind;Strong in his frame, and of a moodWhich 'gainst the world in war had stood,And perished in the foremost rankWith joy:--but not in chains to pine:His spirit withered with their clank,I saw it silently decline--And so perchance in sooth did mine: 100But yet I forced it on to cheerThose relics of a home so dear.He was a hunter of the hills,Had followed there the deer and wolf;To him this dungeon was a gulf,And fettered feet the worst of ills.
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