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THE TROUBADOUR.
Was most believed: 'twas whisper'd round
Lord Amirald 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 Amirald 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 Amirald said it was his child,
And bade the train their aid afford
Suiting the daughter of their Lord.
