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Rich and rare were the gems she wore,
And a bright gold ring on her wand she bore;
But O her beauty was far beyond
Her sparkling gems and snow white wand.

Lady, dost thou not fear to stray
Through this lone and bleak way?
Are Erin's sons so good or so cold
As not to be tempted by women or gold?

Sir Knight, I feel not the least alarm,
No son of Erin will offer me harm;
For, although they love women and golden store,
Sir Knight they love honor and virtue more.

On she went, and her maiden's smile
In safety alighted her around the green Isle,
And blest forever was she who relied
On Erin's honor and Erin's pride.

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They Know Not My Heart. — Moore.

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They know not my heart, who believe there can be
One stain of this earth in its feelings for thee;
Who think, while I see thee in beauty's young hour,

As pure as the morning's first dew on the flower,
I could harm what I love—as the sun's wanton ray
But smiles on the dewdrop to waste it away!

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