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X. THE SLANDERED MAID.

Nay, let the stricken deer, poor thing!
Go weep, and sigh, and languish,
Till balmy death remove the sting
Of undeserved anguish.
The guileless maid with danger treads
The purest paths of joy;
Or Love for her his trammels spreads,
Or Slander's shafts destroy.
Nay let the stricken deer, &c.
(Rondeau.)

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And let the stricken maid go weep
Remote from every eye;
With sainted spirits vigils keep,
And wait her hour to die.
Nay, let the stricken deer, &c.
(Rondeau.)