Oscar Of Alva – P1

How sweetly shines through azure skies
The lamp of heaven on Lora's shore
Where Alva's hoary turrets rise
And hear the din of arms no more!

But often has yon rolling moon
On Alva's casques of silver play'd
And view'd, at midnight's silent noon
Her chiefs in gleaming mail array'd

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