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Rh Drops paralyzed — both, lifted for the truth ; We can but front with brave eyes, brow erect, Aa is our wont, the f uUness of our doom. Tben Meisaen's sword champions yonr desperate I take my stand here where my heart ia fixed. I love your daughter — if her love conaeat, I pray you, give me her to wife.

Ah! Let not this Saxon skin, this hdr's gold fleece, These Rhine-blue eyes mislead thee — she is alien. To the heart's core a Jewesa — prop of my house. Soul of my soul — and I ? a despised Jew.

Tby propped house crumbles ; let my arm sustain Its tottering base — thy light is on the wane, Let me relume it. Give thy star to me. Or ever pitch-black night engulf ua all — Lend me your voice, Liebhaid, entreat for me. Shall tills prayer be your first that he denies ?