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RITORNELLO.
[Margaret.]
I KNEW your soul would come, my love,
To comfort mine in pain;
But I did not dream to see your face,
Nor hear your voice again:
I only knelt to God and said,
"From prayer I refrain."
I dare not keep you here, my love
My knight must hold his place, —
With the noblest in the land must ride,
And foremost in the race.
Tis his diviner self I love,
The strength that tempers grace.
