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Oh! Samos dear, my native land! I tread thy courts again-- But where are they, thy gallant sons? I gaze upon the slain-- "A dreary kingdom mine, I ween," the mournful monarch said, "Where are my subjects good and true? I reign but o'er the dead!
Oh! Samos dear, my native land! I tread thy courts again-- But where are they, thy gallant sons? I gaze upon the slain-- "A dreary kingdom mine, I ween," the mournful monarch said, "Where are my subjects good and true? I reign but o'er the dead!