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LAYS OF MANY LANDS.
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Doth the warrior think of his brother there,
    And the father of his child?
And the chief, of those that were wont to share
    His wanderings through the wild?

We call them far through the silent night,
    And they speak not from cave or hill;
We know, thou bird! that their land is bright,
    But say, do they love there still?

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