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MAZEPPA.
“Comrades, good night!”—The Hetman threw860
His length beneath the oak-tree shade,
With leafy couch already made,
A bed nor comfortless nor new
To him, who took his rest whene’er
The hour arrived, no matter where:—
His eyes the hastening slumbers steep.
And if ye marvel Charles forgot
To thank his tale, he wonder’d not,—
The king had been an hour asleep.
