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Rh She knows them all by heart, repeats in dreams. Walter related of the castle halls, Great towns beyond the Niemen, what rich dresses, What splendid pastimes; how in tourney knights Break lances, and the damsels look upon them Down from their galleries, and adjudge the prize. He spoke of the great God who rules beyond The Niemen, and His Son's Immaculate Mother, Whose angel form he showed in wondrous picture. This picture piously adorned his breast; The youth now gave it to the fair Litwinka. The day he brought her to the holy faith. When he prayed with her;—he would teach her all He knew himself. Alas! he taught her too That which as yet he knew not,—taught her love. And he himself learned much. With what delight He from her lips the half-forgotten words Heard of Litvanian speech. New feelings rose With each new-risen word like sparks from ashes. Sweet were the names of family, of friendship, And sweeter yet than all the name of love, Which no word equals here on earth, but— country.

"Whence," Kiejstut thought, "my daughter's sudden change?