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Them sudden flight had scatterd over the plain, Turnd towrds the mountain, whither reasons voice Drives us; I to my faithful company Adhering, left it not. For how of him Deprivd, might I have sped, or who beside Would oer the mountainous tract have led my steps He with the bitter pang of self remorse Seemd smitten. O clear conscience and upright How doth a little fling wound thee sore.