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 That thou this woman send away!" She said; and more she could not say, For what she knew she could not tell, O'er-master'd by the mighty spell.

Why is thy cheek so wan and wild, Sir Leoline! Thy only child Lies at thy feet, thy joy, thy pride, So fair, so innocent, so mild; The same, for whom thy lady died! O by the pangs of her dear mother Think thou no evil of thy child! For her, and thee, and for no other, She pray'd the moment, ere she died; Pray'd that the babe for whom she died, Might prove her dear lord's joy and pride! That prayer her deadly pangs beguil'd, Sir Leoline!