I.

Must thou go, my glorious Chief,

Severed from thy faithful few?

Who can tell thy warrior's grief,

Maddening o'er that long adieu?[nr]

Woman's love, and Friendship's zeal,

Dear as both have been to me—[ns]

What are they to all I feel,

With a soldier's faith for thee?[nt]

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