THE YOUNG AVENGER.
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But the fire of youth from his cheek had pass'd,
And its hopes and its dreams had faded as fast;
The romance of his earlier time was over,
The warrior had half forgotten the lover;
And the light grew dark in his radiant eyes,
As he told his tale of high emprize.
THE YOUNG AVENGER:
THE SPANISH MINSTREL’S TALE.
The warrior's strength is bow'd by age, the warrior's step is slow,
And the beard upon his breast is white as is the winter snow;
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