A LEGEND OF THE RHINE.
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A pilgrim to the hall—and never yet
Had stranger asked for shelter and in vain!
The board was spread, the Rhenish flask was drained;
Again they gathered round the hearth, again
The maiden raised her song; and at its close,—
"I would give worlds," she said, "to see this chief,
"This gallant Roland! I could deem him all
"A man must honour and a woman love!"
"Lady, I pray thee not recall those words,
"For I am Roland!" From his face he threw
The hood and pilgrim's cloak,—and a young knight
Knelt before Isabelle!
They loved;—they were beloved. Oh, happiness!
I have said all that can be said of bliss,
In saying that they loved. The young heart has
