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THE GOLDEN VIOLET.
At once his hand awoke the chords,
At once his lip pour'd tuneful words,
And gazing on his lady's smile,
Bade his soft notes arise the while.
THE BROKEN SPELL:
THE FIRST PROVENÇAL MINSTREL'S LAY.
A FAIRY TALE.
Where on earth is the truth that may vie
With woman's lone and long constancy?
Lovers there have been who have died
For the love that they made a warrior's pride;
