THE IMPROVISATRICE.
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But a stately warrior came from afar;}
He bore on his bosom the glorious scar,}
So worshipped by women—the death-seal of war. }
And the maiden's heart was an easy prize,
When valour and faith were her sacrifice.
Methinks, might that sweet season last,
In which our first love-dream is past;
Ere doubts and cares, and jealous pain,
Are flaws in the heart's diamond-chain;—
Men might forget to think on Heaven,
And yet have the sweet sin forgiven.
But ere the marriage feast was spread,
Leades said that he must brook
