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Oh, there are evil moments in our life, When but a thought, a word, a look, has power To dash the cup of happiness aside, And stamp us wretched!

And there are bitter tears in Arnold's hall— A wail of passionate lament! The night Is on the towers, but night has not brought Silence and sleep. A sound is in the courts, Of arms and armed men; the ring of spears, The tramp of iron feet, and voices, mixed In deep confusion. With the morning's rise, Lord Arnold leads these men to Palestine. There were two figures on a terrace, raised