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346 Fair Christian! baleful is my star; What values it this life to me, If I must bear it from thee far? Nor in Granada's bowers may be, Nor, my fair Cordova, with thee?

Today's bright sun to me will seem A lamp unseasonably by: Daughter of Spain, thy beauties gleam Alone my sun and moon on high, The dawn and brightness of my sky.

Since then I lose thy light today, Without that light I cannot live! To Cordova I take my way; But in the doom my fortunes give, Alas! 't is death that I receive.

A paradise and houri fair Has Mahomet promised we shall prove: Aye, thou wilt be an angel there, And in that blissful realm above We meet again, and there to love.