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THE TROUBADOUR.
Of this a Moorish maiden's flight
In secret with a Christian knight.
And the bright colour on her cheek
Was various as the morning break,—
Now spring-rose red, now lily pale,
As thus the maiden told her tale.
MOORISH MAIDEN'S TALE.
Albeit on my brow and breast
Is Moorish turban, Moorish vest;
Albeit too of Moorish line,
Yet Christian blood and faith are mine.
Even from earliest infancy
I have been taught to bend the knee
Before the sweet Madonna's face,
To pray from her a Saviour's grace!
