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THE YOUNG CRUSADER.
Clear and bright the moon was peeping
From the fleecy clouds of snow;
Near a young crusader sleeping,
Thus a voice was singing low:—
From the fleecy clouds of snow;
Near a young crusader sleeping,
Thus a voice was singing low:—
“Perjured false one, who could'st leave me!
Leave thy hapless Moorish maid;
Swear and vow, but to deceive me,
See the price by Neilah paid!
Leave thy hapless Moorish maid;
Swear and vow, but to deceive me,
See the price by Neilah paid!
“See these features, palely gleaming
As the moonlight o'er the sea;
These eyes, that late with love were beaming,
Never more shall gaze on thee.
As the moonlight o'er the sea;
These eyes, that late with love were beaming,
Never more shall gaze on thee.
“As dies the shoot that's roughly parted
From its own—its parent tree,
So thy Neilah, broken hearted,
Dies—no more beloved by thee!
From its own—its parent tree,
So thy Neilah, broken hearted,
Dies—no more beloved by thee!
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“Wounded, when the conflict's rattle
Ceases, thou may'st seek repose,
E'en upon the field of battle;
But my wounds will never close.
Ceases, thou may'st seek repose,
E'en upon the field of battle;
But my wounds will never close.
“Yet thy Neilah still will love thee,
Till friendly death shall end her woe;
While the sun shall shine above thee,
Shadows still his light must throw.”
Till friendly death shall end her woe;
While the sun shall shine above thee,
Shadows still his light must throw.”
Starts the warrior, wildly raving,
From the dream that breaks his sleep;
His loved one, with her locks loose waving,
O'er him seems to bend and weep.
From the dream that breaks his sleep;
His loved one, with her locks loose waving,
O'er him seems to bend and weep.
Repentant thoughts his mind revolving,
He rushes towards the weeping fair;
Like a flake of snow dissolving,
With sighs his Neilah melts in air.
He rushes towards the weeping fair;
Like a flake of snow dissolving,
With sighs his Neilah melts in air.
Madly fought he on the morrow,
Rage and love alternate burn;
Quickly death relieves his sorrow,
Faithless hearts may read and learn!
Rage and love alternate burn;
Quickly death relieves his sorrow,
Faithless hearts may read and learn!
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