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Oh God! Lord William dost thou know How dreadful 'tis to die?And can'st thou without pity hear A child's expiring cry?
How horrible it is to sink Beneath the chilly stream,To stretch the powerless arms in vain, In vain for help to scream?
The shriek again was heard. It came More deep, more piercing loud,That instant o'er the flood the moon Shone through a broken cloud.
And near them they beheld a child, Upon a crag he stood,A little crag, and all around Was spread the rising flood.
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