THE CHILD OF THE SEA.
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For love is like the breathing wind,
That everywhere may entrance find.
I saw thee, sure the fairest one
The morning light e'er look'd upon;
No wonder that my heart was moved,
'T were marvel if I had not loved.
Long, long held by a spell too dear,
Thy smile has kept thy loiterer here.
Almost it seem'd enough for me
Of Heaven to only gaze on thee.
But love lights high and gallant thought,
A rich prize must be dearly bought.
Unworthy votary at thy shrine,
I scorn my falchion's idle shine;
To-morrow I will wend away
To dim it in the battle fray.
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