FANDANGO ON ONE LEG.
"God! 'tis a fearsome thing to see
That pale wan man's mute agony––
Those pinioned arms, those hands that ne'er
Shall be lifted again––not even in prayer!
That heaving chest! Enough; 'tis done!
The bolt has fallen! the spirit is gone."
Day dawned in the east. The early spikes of morning shot up in rosy band
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