One night of late I chanced to stray When all the green In slumber lay And Morfis did his flag display. The moon sank in the deep. I sat upon a ruined mound. To hear the wild winds Whistle sound The ocean with a solemn sound Soon lulled me fast asleep.
I dreamt I saw That hero true Who did the Danish force subdue. His sabre bright With rath he drew These words he said to me. The harp with rapture Yet shall sound My childrens chains
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