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Returning from the cruel fight / How pale and faint appears my knight!
He sees me anxious at his side; / "Why seek, my love, your wounds to hide?
Or deem your English girl afraid / To emulate the Indian maid?"
Be mine my husband's grief to cheer / In peril to be ever near; / Whate'er of ill or woe betide, / To bear it clinging at his side; / The poisoned stroke of fate to ward, / His bosom with my own to guard: / Ah! could it spare a pang to his, / It could not know a purer bliss! / 'Twould gladden as it felt the smart, / And thank the hand that flung the dart!