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 ", noble prince—forgive! if fear

Have for a moment flutter'd in my heart—

Indeed, indeed, 'tis thine—and, trembling, here

I yield it."—"Maiden! bid all fear depart—

No fear be here, still, still the heart that trembled,

For here the wedding guests are all assembled;

The wedding festival is waiting now,

And nought was wanting—nought, sweet maid! but thou."

fear o'ercame the bashful maiden then,

When sinking on love's over-raptur'd breast:

O what rejoicing—what an Eden—when

Her o'er-excited spirit found sweet rest.

Pani! This maiden for my bride I've taken,

My bride, your princess!—-now let joy awaken,

And let that joy ascending from the heart,

A lustre to each gladden'd eye impart.