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Where shall I rest my hapless head, / Heavy with grief? how plenteously / Must I the briny torrents shed- / "Alack and woe is me"!
Our chief is gone, at last, at last, / The safeguard of our nation he; / The glory of our age is past- / "Alack and woe is me"!