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Here to renew the strains she loved,
At distance heard and well approved.

XVIII.
SONG.
Th iE in A iri”.
I was a wild and wayward boy,
My childhood scorn'd each childish toy:
Retired from all, reserved and coy,
To musing prone,
I woo'd my solitary joy,
My Harp alone.

My youth, with bold Ambition's mood,
Despised the humble stream and wood,
Where my poor father's cottage stood,
To fame unknown ;-
What should my soaring views make good :
My Harp alone!

Love came with all his frantic fire,
And wild romance of vain desire : *
The baron's daughter heard my lyre,
And praised the tone;—
What could presumptuous hope inspire?
My Harp alone :

1 [MS.—“Love came, with all his ardent fire, His frantic dream, his wild desire.”]

At manhood's touch the bubble burst,
And manhood's pride the vision curst,
And all that had my folly nursed
Love's sway to own :
Yet spared the spell that lull'd me first,
My IIarp alone!

Wo came with war, and want with wo;
And it was mine to undergo
Each outrage of the rebel foe:—"
Can aught atone
My fields laid waste, my cot laid low *
My Harp alone

Ambition's dreams I've seen depart,
Have rued of penury the smart,
Have felt of love the venom'd dart,
When hope was flown;
Yet rests one solace to my heart,
My IIarp alone !

Then over mountain, moor, and hill,
My faithful Harp, I’ll bear thee still:
And when this life of want and ill
Is wellnigh gone,
Thy strings mine elegy shall thrill,
My Harp alone!

* [MS —“And doom'd at once to undergo, Joach varied outrage of the foe.”]

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XIX.

“A pleasing lay !” Matilda said;
But Harpool shook his old grey head,
And took his baton and his torch,
To seek his guard-room in the porch.
I'dmund observed—with sudden change,
Among the strings his fingers range,
Until they waked a bolder glee
Os military melody;
Then paused amid the martial sound,
And look'd with well-feign'd fear around;—'

“None to this noble house belong.”
He said, “that would a Minstrel wrong,
Whose fate has been, through good and ill,
To love his Royal Master still:
And, with your honour’d leave, would sain

| Rejoice you with a loyal strain.”

Then, as assured by sign and look,

The warlike tone again he took ;

And Harpool stopp'd, and turn'd to hear

A ditty of the Cavalier.

t XX.
SONG.
TIIE CAVALIER.
While the dawn on the mountain was misty and

gray, My true love has mounted his steed and away,

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Over hill, over valley, o'er dale, and o'er down ; Heaven shield the brave Gallant that fights for the Crown |

He has doff'd the silk doublet the breast-plate to

bear, He has placed the steel-cap o'er his long flowing hair, From his belt to his stirrup his broadsword haigo down,

Heaven shield the brave Gallant that fights for the Crown |

For the rights of fair England that broadsword he draws,

Her King is his leader, her Church is his cause:

His watchwood is honour, his pay is renown,

GoD strike with the Gallant that strikes for the Crown |

They may boast of their Fairfax, their Waller, and all The roundheaded rebels of Westminster IIall; But tell these bold traitors of London's proud town, That the spears of the North have encircled the Crown." 1 [MS.— —“of proud London town,

That the North has brave nobles to fight for the
Crown.”]

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