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John Stagg

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"Why looks my lord so deadly pale?
   Why fades the crimson from his cheek?
What can my dearest husband ail?
   Thy heartfelt cares, O Herman, speak!

"Why, at the silent hour of rest,
   Dost thou in sleep so sadly mourn?
Has tho' with heaviest grief oppress'd,
   Griefs too distressful to be borne.