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A pilgrim to the hall—and never yet Had stranger asked for shelter and in vain! The board was spread, the Rhenish flask was drained; Again they gathered round the hearth, again The maiden raised her song; and at its close,— "I would give worlds," she said, "to see this chief, "This gallant ! I could deem him all "A man must honour and a woman love!" "Lady, I pray thee not recall those words, "For I am !" From his face he threw The hood and pilgrim's cloak,—and a young knight Knelt before !

They loved;—they were beloved. Oh, happiness! I have said all that can be said of bliss, In saying that they loved. The young heart has