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SONG,
THE WOUNDED HUSSAR,
LONE to the banks of the dark rolling Danube.,
Fair Adelaide hied when the battle was o'er ;
G whither, fhe cried, haft thou wanderM, my lover,
Or If ere doit thou welter and bleed on the more ?
What voice did I hear ! 'twas my Henry that fighMj
All mournful fhe haften'da, nor wander' d afar,
When bleeding alone on the heath fhe defcried,
By the light of the moon, her poor wounded huifar.
From his bofom that heav'd, the laft torrent wa*
ftreaming,
And pale was his vifage, deep mark'd with a fear,
And dim was that eye, once expreffively beaming,
That melted in love, and that kindled in war ;
How fmit was poor Adelaide's heart at the fight \
How bitter ihe wept o'er the viftim of war !
*' Haft thou come, my fond iove,thi8laftforrowf :\ '■
To cheer the lone heart of your wounded huffar."
|< Thou fnak live !" Hie replied^ " heavee'a mercy
relieving,
fEach auguifhing wound mall forbid me to mourn ;'* '
I* Ah ! no, the laft pang in my bofom is heaving.
No light of the morn (hall to Henry return j
Thou charmer of life, ever tender and true,,
Ye babes of my-love,- that await me afar — "
His fall'ring tongue fcarcely muramr'd adieu,
When he funk in heir arms* the .poor wounded haflar.