The Fatal Prayer
" I VANQUISH , " said the youthful King,
" My foes on every field;
Yet, ye strong Gods, to one vain thing
How helplessly I yield!
" Behold me fall'n a slave each hour
To some dark long-lashed eye!
Oh, grant me, Kings of Heaven, the power
That sorcery to defy. "
" My foes on every field;
Yet, ye strong Gods, to one vain thing
How helplessly I yield!
" Behold me fall'n a slave each hour
To some dark long-lashed eye!
Oh, grant me, Kings of Heaven, the power
That sorcery to defy. "
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