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'A king,' she call'd;—though conscious of her skill,
'Do more,' I answer'd—'More?' she said; 'I will;'
And more she did—cards answer'd to her call,
She saw the mighty to her mightier fall:
'A vole! a vole!' she cried, ''tis fairly won,
My game is ended and my work is done.'—
This said, she gently, with a single sigh,
Died as one taught and practised how to die.
"Such were the dead-departed; I survive,