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The Grange.
The oak that rear'd his lust y head , And watch'd the inmates come and go ; The infant born , the maiden wed , The feeble patriarch laid low .
No more he towers in greenage clad ; For where he stood a sunbeam flits ; But oh ! within my bosom sad , Where love ' s light dwelt , a shadow sits . Time was when ' neath his leafy roof ,
As moonbeams play'd upon the sward , I fondly kiss'd , without reproof , My darling ' s lips—that churl ' s fair ward . Oft did we meet as though by chance ,
And little reck'd her guardian grim That on the bard her loving glance Fell as it never fell on him .
Then life seem'd beautiful and free , And rhythmic as a perfect song ; No false note marr'd its harmony , Its chords vibrated to no wrong . But dare I say what fate were best ,
Or seek to solve life ' s mysteries ? No , I must try to soothe my breast , And think— 'tis better as it is'Tis well , perchance , her guardian ' s gold
Seduced from us a trusted maid ; 'Tis well , perchance , that Truth was sold , And Love ' s firm fealty betrayed . For had her heart been mate for mine ,
She'd ne ' er have yielded to his threat , N < r , coward at a look malign , Sold Honour for a coronet .
b _ H .
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
The Grange.
The oak that rear'd his lust y head , And watch'd the inmates come and go ; The infant born , the maiden wed , The feeble patriarch laid low .
No more he towers in greenage clad ; For where he stood a sunbeam flits ; But oh ! within my bosom sad , Where love ' s light dwelt , a shadow sits . Time was when ' neath his leafy roof ,
As moonbeams play'd upon the sward , I fondly kiss'd , without reproof , My darling ' s lips—that churl ' s fair ward . Oft did we meet as though by chance ,
And little reck'd her guardian grim That on the bard her loving glance Fell as it never fell on him .
Then life seem'd beautiful and free , And rhythmic as a perfect song ; No false note marr'd its harmony , Its chords vibrated to no wrong . But dare I say what fate were best ,
Or seek to solve life ' s mysteries ? No , I must try to soothe my breast , And think— 'tis better as it is'Tis well , perchance , her guardian ' s gold
Seduced from us a trusted maid ; 'Tis well , perchance , that Truth was sold , And Love ' s firm fealty betrayed . For had her heart been mate for mine ,
She'd ne ' er have yielded to his threat , N < r , coward at a look malign , Sold Honour for a coronet .
b _ H .