ROMANCE.
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No more the sound of revelry

 Is heard within the lordIy hall, And warriors jest and maiden's gIee

 And minstrers song have sunken all. A louder note is heard afar, The clarion cry calls on to war, And that deep death-peal stills the strain; That echoed hom those walls again. Minstrel! thy harp can charm no more, Maiden thy dream of bliss is o'er; Thy warrior starts in haste to grasp

 The battle sword. and filings aside The last fond agonizing clasp

 Of her he vOw'd to make his bride. No thoughts are now for love and thee! Young glory points his destiny Where waves on high the banner crest, And the rude war-cry lulls to rest.