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And Nial’s gentle voice the old man’s ear Like music enters. Slowly he doth rise, And ’neath the hero’s guidance without fear Father and daughter, yet with many sighs, A step advance. In vain Salustian tries The turret to descend--his wound too deep. A litter Nial’s active zeal supplies; And careful borne adown the turret steep, Salustian soon within young Nial’s tent doth weep.