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And quickly armed troops were seen
Issuing beyond the village green,
Soon, soon they close their spreading wing
And Odo struggling with them bring!
The roar of fire-arms when allay'd,
The robber in his flight display'd.
Alas, the words of Odo fall
Like snow upon a stony wall!
He views in deep and speechless grief
The dead; the murderer is the chief!
And hurried through the prison-gate
He wildly mourns his own sad fate.
While speaking there his innocence,
All scorn his words as weak pretence.
The lovely portrait met his eyes,
And horror mingl'd with surprise
As now he found his mantle gone,
The Indian garb his only one.
Twas as he slept the change was made,
Who doubts th' accomplice thus array'd.
Issuing beyond the village green,
Soon, soon they close their spreading wing
And Odo struggling with them bring!
The roar of fire-arms when allay'd,
The robber in his flight display'd.
Alas, the words of Odo fall
Like snow upon a stony wall!
He views in deep and speechless grief
The dead; the murderer is the chief!
And hurried through the prison-gate
He wildly mourns his own sad fate.
While speaking there his innocence,
All scorn his words as weak pretence.
The lovely portrait met his eyes,
And horror mingl'd with surprise
As now he found his mantle gone,
The Indian garb his only one.
Twas as he slept the change was made,
Who doubts th' accomplice thus array'd.
Oh, Odo weep! thy father's power
Alone can soothe this direful hour.
A weary slumber came at last
When day to night had long been past,
And, bending o'er his prostrate form,
Alone can soothe this direful hour.
A weary slumber came at last
When day to night had long been past,
And, bending o'er his prostrate form,
