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THE FATAL PRAYER
“I vanquish,” said the youthful King,
“My foes on every field;
Yet, ye strong Gods, to one vain thing
How helplessly I yield!
“My foes on every field;
Yet, ye strong Gods, to one vain thing
How helplessly I yield!
“Behold me fall'n a slave each hour
To some dark long-lashed eye!
Oh, grant me, Kings of Heaven, the power
That sorcery to defy.”
To some dark long-lashed eye!
Oh, grant me, Kings of Heaven, the power
That sorcery to defy.”
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They heard; and from their ruthless height
The dreadful gift was thrown—
The armour against Beauty's might
Worn by the blind alone.
The dreadful gift was thrown—
The armour against Beauty's might
Worn by the blind alone.
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