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Right opposite to Dungeon-Gill, Seeing, that he should lose the prize,
Stop!” to his comrade Walter criesJames stopp'd with no good will : Said Walter then, “ Your task is here, "Twill keep you working half a year.
Till you have crossd where I shall cross,
With staff in hand across the cleft
The Challenger began his march;
The Lamb had slipp'd into the stream,
She saw him down the torrent borne;
When he had learnt, what thing it was,
He drew it gently from the pool,
- He's neither maim'd nor şcarrid"
'Tis said, that some have died for love :
years had Barbara in her grave been laid When thus his moan he made.