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All the fields which thou dost see,
THE SHEPHERD'S HOME My banks they are furnished with bees,
Whose murmur invites one to sleep; My grottoes are shaded with trees,
And my hills are white over with sheep.
I seldom have met with a loss,
Such health do my fountains bestow; My fountains all bordered with moss,
Where the harebells and violets blow
Not a pine in the grove is there seen,
But with tendrils of woodbine is bound; Not a beech's more beautiful green,
But a sweet-briar entwines it around. Not my fields in the prime of the year,
More charms than my cattle unfold ; Not a brook that is limpid and clear,
But it glitters with fishes of gold.
I have found out a gift for my fair,
I have found where the wood-pigeons breed ; But let me such plunder forbear,
She will say 'twas a barbarous deed ; For he ne'er could be true, she averred,
Who would rob a poor bird of its young ; And I loved her the more when I heard Such tenderness fall from her tongue.
THE LORD OF BURLEIGH In her ear he whispers gaily,
“If my heart by signs can tell, Maiden, I have watched thee daily,
And I think thou lov'st me well.' She replies, in accents fainter,
• There is none I love like thee.' He is but a landscape painter,
And a village maiden she.
He to lips that fondly falter,
Presses his without reproof; Leads her to the village altar,
And they leave her father's roof.
Little can I give my wife :
And I love thee more than life.'
See the lordly castles stand :
Made a murmur in the land.
Says to her that loves him well,
Where the wealthy nobles dwell.' So she goes, by him attended,
Hears him lovingly converse, Sees whatever fair and splendid
Lay betwixt his home and hers; Parks with oak and chestnut shady,
Parks and ordered gardens great,
Built for pleasure and for state.
Evermore she seems to gaze
Where they twain will spend their days. O, but she will love him truly!
He shall have a cheerful home ; She will order all things duly,
When beneath his roof they come. Thus her heart rejoices greatly,
Till a gateway she discerns.
With armorial bearings stately,
And beneath the gate she turns ; Sees a mansion more majestic
Than all those she saw before ; Many a gallant gay domestic
Bows before him at the door. And they speak in gentle murmur,
When they answer to his call,
Leading on from hall to hall.
Nor the meaning can divine,
All of this is mine and thine.' Here he lives in state and bounty,
Lord of Burleigh, fair and free,
Is so great a lord as he.
Her sweet face from brow to chin:
And her spirit changed within. Then her countenance all over,
Pale again as death did prove : But he clasped her like a lover,
And he cheered her soul with love. So she strove against her weakness,
Though at times her spirits sank ; Shaped her heart with woman's meekness,
To all duties of her rank : And a gentle consort made he,
And her gentle mind was such, That she grew a noble lady,
And the people loved her much.
But a trouble weighed upon her,
And perplexed her night and morn,
Unto which she was not born.
As she murmured, “O that he
Which did win my heart from me!'
Fading slowly from his side :
Then before her time she died.
Walking up and pacing down,
Burleigh House by Stamford town.
And he looked at her, and said,
That she wore when she was wed.'
Bore to earth her body drest
THE MOUNTAIN AND THE SQUIRREL
The mountain and the squirrel