He gave a dying gasp,
And she saw him sink a victim
In the deinotherium's grasp.
This prehistoric maiden,
O'erwhelmed with woe and grief,
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In the same amorphous mire
Sought death and a relief;
And thus she made an exit
From that gloomy age of stones,
And modern archaeologists
Discuss her fossil bones.
Let Schliemann dig for relics
In wind-infested Troy,
Or in the plain of Argos
Orestes' bones annoy;
Let Rawlinson or Mr. Smith
Chaldean tablets trace;
But give me the researches
In the prehistoric race.