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Was most believed: 'twas whisper'd round Lord in hunting found An evil spirit, but array'd In semblance of a human maid; That 'twas some holy word whose force Broke off their sinful intercourse. But this is sure, one evening late Lord reach'd his castle gate, And blood was on his spurs of gold, And blood was on his mantle's fold,— He flung it back, and on his arm A fair young child lay pillow'd warm; It stretch'd its little hands and smiled, And said it was his child, And bade the train their aid afford Suiting the daughter of their Lord.