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THE SILVER CHALICE.

With tears he knelt to clasp her trembling hand

And kiss it in all humbleness of service.

"This day shall be forgotten hereafter - now

Let be a happy one."

Arose the king, -

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All anger melted in him to compassion,

All love, unheard thro' the tumult hitherto

Of love and duty battling, and the last

Victorious first, again calling loud in 's heart, -

And came down from his state and said: "Dear love,

My heart forgave thee when it first condemned.

For Beth's sake, and for thine, son, who hast shown

That magnanimity of highest knighthood

Fitting a noble prince, I here restore

To former dignity and grace my Queen,

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