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270 ANCIENT PORTUGUESE BALLADS.
" There are more limpid streams, And gardens yet more fair. A thousand flowers blooming, And scenting all the air.
" Three hundred maids shall serve, And all of noble strain, And palaces of silver,
Where you shall nobly reign.
" With emeralds of green, And finest Turkish gold, Upon the shining walls The story shall be told
" How, to do you honor, I fought Primaleon. I did not fear his strength,
When your bright glances shone."
When fair Flerida heard, She wiped her tears away.
And hand in hand they went To where his galleys lay.
The fifty galleys brave Moved out upon the deep,
And to their chiming oars Flerida fell asleep,
In Dom Duardos' arms,
Whose heart with joy did leap.
Know all men that are born, How sure is fate's decree,