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EVER THINKING ON HER, HE PASSES FEARLESS AND SAFE THROUGH THE FOREST OF / ARDENNES.
Through woods inhospitable, wild, I rove, / Where armed travellers bend their fearful way; / Nor danger dread, save from that sun of love, / Bright sun! which darts a soul-enflaming ray.