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Soon found the blithe Barqueras dry old wood, And kindled fire i’ the centre of the cave. Bright flashed the blaze, and sparkling keener stood The dark-eyed daughters of the ocean-wave, But brighter flashed, that thus they came to save In peril’s hour, the eyes of Isabel. Her glances eloquent the tribute gave Of gratitude, nor looked she e’er so well As when the o’erflowing heart threw Beauty’s softer spell.