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ROLAND'S TOWER.

A LEGEND OF THE RHINE.

Oh, Heaven! the deep fidelity of love!

, like a courser starting from the spur, Rushes the deep-blue current of the Rhine, A little island rests; green cypresses Are its chief growth, bending their heavy boughs O'er grey stones marking long-forgotten graves. A convent once stood here; and yet remain Relics of other time, pillars and walls, Worn away and discoloured, yet so hung With wreaths of ivy, that the work of ruin