From the low roof a smoky taper hung,

And wide around its fitful lustre flung.

"Haste, brave Olaus!" (Scandia's monarch spoke,

And on the ruffian cast a gracious look)

"Haste, to the castle's lofty walls repair,

And find Ernestus, lock'd in fetters there,

Him and his friend from their dark cell convey,

And lead them secret o'er the watery way;

Thou know'st the rest." No more the tyrant said;

And, at his word, th' obedient felon sped.

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The stars now gliding down th' ethereal blue,

O'er earth and air a shadowy lustre threw;

When, by relentless avarice led to fate,

Olaus issued from the royal gate.

The ruffian centinels their brother knew,

And at his word the portals open flew.

Then to the tower he moved with silent speed,

And smiled, exulting in the future deed.

So to the town where weary riot sleeps

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