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ST. GEORGE AND THE DRAGON.
Which did his heart with sorrow sting;
" She is," quoth he, " my kingdom's heir : 0 let us all be poisoned here, Ere she should die, that is my dear."
Then rose the people presently,
And to the king in rage they went; They said his daughter dear should dye, The dragon's fury to prevent: " Our daughters all are dead," quoth they, " And have" been made the dragon's prey ;
" And by their blood we rescued were, And thou hast sav'd thy life thereby; And now in sooth it is but faire, For us thy daughter so should die." " 0 save my daughter," said the king, " And let me feel the dragon's sting."
Then fell fair Sabra on her knee, And to her father dear did say, " 0 father, strive not thus for me, But let me be the dragon's prey ; It may be, for my sake alone This plague upon the land was thrown.
" 'Tis better I should dye," she said, " Than all your subjects perish quite ; Perhaps the dragon here was laid, For my offence to work his spite, |
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