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He listen'd for the traveller's tread, The nightingale sung sweet,—He started up, for now he heard The sound of coming feet;
He started up and graspt a stake And waited for his prey;There came a lonely traveller And Jaspar crost his way.
But Jaspar's threats and curses fail'd The traveller to appal,He would not lightly yield the purse That held his little all.
Awhile he struggled, but he strove With Jaspar's strength in vain;Beneath his blows he fell and groan'd, And never spoke again.
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