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Ah, minstrel song hath many wings! From foreign lands its wealth it brings. And it had brought, o'er sea and sky, The tidings of Leoni's fame, Till hope and honour seemed to lie Beneath the shadow of his name. Irene's ear had often heard The glory given to his sword; And when she fled her prison-tower, Ah! such a bird, for such a bower, It was to seek the sea-beat strand Where dwelt the hero and his band; And ask that succour no true knight Ere yet denied to lady bright.

They landed where a little bay Flung o'er the shelving sands its spray;