THE BROKEN SPELL.
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But touch'd by that bud the lion grew tame,
And the chain'd portals asunder came.
It was darkness all in that magic room,
But a sweet light stream'd from the lily's bloom.
And Mirzala look'd on her lover's face,
And he woke at the touch of her soft embrace.
Joy, joy for the maiden, her task is done,—
The spell is broken, her love is won.
The next who rose had that martial air,
Such as stately warrior wont to wear;
Haughty his step, and sun and toil
Had left on his check their darker soil,
And on his brow of pride was the scar,
The soldier's sign of glorious war;
And the notes came forth like the bearing bold
Of the knightly deeds which their numbers told.
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