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            Biehase ielen pohorach.

        A stag o'er forest, field, and hill,
        Wander'd at his capricious will,
        Now up, -now down the mountain side,
        And shook his branching antlers wide,
        And with his branching antlers he
        Forced shrub and tree,
        And sprung around
        With eager footsteps o'er the ground.
          A youth speeds o'er the mountain's top,
        Nor in the valley does he stop;
        His heavy battle weapons thrown
        Across his shoulders, hastes he on,
        And with those weapons sharp and strong,
        Breaks through the foeman's throng.
          Alas! that youth no mountain passed;
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