She paused-then, blushing, led the lay
To grace the stranger of the day.
650 Her mellow notes awhile prolong
The cadence of the flowing song,
Till to her lips in measured frame
The minstrel verse spontaneous came.
SONG-(Continued)
"Huntsman, rest! thy chase is done,
655 While our slumbrous spells assail ye,
Dream not, wit
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