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That instant as the murderer spake There came a sudden light;Strong as the mid-day sun it shone, Though all around was night.
It hung upon the willow tree, It hung upon the flood,It gave to view the poplar isle And all the scene of blood.
The traveller who journies there He surely has espiedA madman who has made his home Upon the river's side.
His cheek is pale, his eye is wild, His look bespeaks despair;For Jaspar since that hour has made His home unshelter'd there.
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