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The Blind Girl of Castel-Cuille.
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    Sends forth, resounding round,
Its hymeneal peal o'er rock and down the dell.
  It is broad day, with sunshine and with rain;
   And yet the guests delay not long,
   For soon arrives the bridal train,
   And with it brings the village throng.

In sooth, deceit maketh no mortal gay,
For lo! Baptiste on this triumphant day,
Mute as an idiot, sad as yester-morning,
Thinks only of the beldame's words of warning.

And Angela thinks of her cross, I wis;
To be a bride is all! The pretty lisper
Feels her heart swell to hear all round her whisper,
“ How beautiful! how beautiful she is!

  But she must calm that giddy head,
  For already the Mass is said;