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Led they not forth, in rapture,
A beauteous maiden there? Resplendent as the morning sun,
Beaming with golden hair ?
Well saw I the ancient parents,
Without the crown of pride ; They were moving slow, in weeds of woe,
No maiden was by their side !
THE BLACK KNIGHT.
FROM THE GERMAN OF UHLAND.
'Twas Pentecost, the Feast of Gladness,
Drums and trumpets echo loudly,
To the barrier of the fight
When he rode into the lists,
Pipe and viol call the dances,
Danced in sable iron sark,
To the sumptuous banquet came
Pale the children both did look,
The children drank,
Each the father's breast embraces,
Woe ! the blessed children both