THE CHILD OF THE SEA.
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She led him gently to his seat,
And took her place beside his feet,
Up gazing with fond fixed eye,
Lest sigh should pass unnoticed by.
A clear rich prelude forth he rang,
Brighten'd his look as thus he sang;
The colour lit his forehead pale,
As the master told his ancient tale.
THE CHILD OF THE SEA:
THE LAY OF THE SECOND PROVENÇAL BARD.
It was a summer evening; and the sea
Seem'd to rejoice in its tranquillity;
Rolling its gentle waters to the west,
Till the rich crimson blush'd upon their breast,
