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HE FELL AMONG THIEVES
Light on the Laspur hills was broadening fast,The blood-red snow-peaks chilled to a dazzling white:He turned, and saw the golden circle at last,Cut by the Eastern height.
"O glorious Life, Who dwellest in earth and sun,I have lived, I praise and adore Thee."A sword swept.Over the pass the voices one by oneFaded, and the hill slept.
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