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THE FALL OF D'ASSAS.
A BALLAD OF FRANCE.
Alone thro' gloomy forest-shades
A soldier went by night;
No moonbeam pierced the dusky glades,
No star shed guiding light.
Yet on his vigil's midnight round,
The youth all cheerly pass'd;
Uncheck'd by aught of boding sound
That mutter'd in the blast.
