Which gathering round did on the banks Of that great water give God thanks,

And welcomed the poor child.

And in the general joy of heart
The blind boy's little dog took part;
He leapt about, and oft did kiss
His master's hands in sign of bliss,

With sound like lamentation.

But most of all, his mother dear,-
She who had fainted with her fear,
Rejoiced when waking she espies

The child, when she can trust her eyes,
And touches the blind boy.

She led him home, and wept amain
When he was in the house again;

Tears flowed in torrents from her eyes,

She kissed him: how could she chastise? She was too happy far.

Thus, after he had fondly braved

The perilous deep, the boy was saved;
And though his fancies had been wild,
Yet he was pleased and reconciled
To live in peace on shore.

And in the lonely Highland dell
Still do they keep the turtle-shell;

And long the story will repeat

Of the blind boy's adventurous feat,
And how he was preserved.

Which gathering round did on the banks Of that great water give God thanks,

And welcomed the poor child.

And in the general joy of heart
The blind boy's little dog took part;
He leapt about, and oft did kiss
His master's hands in sign of bliss,

With sound like lamentation.

But most of all, his mother dear,—
She who had fainted with her fear,
Rejoiced when waking she espies
The child, when she can trust her eyes,
And touches the blind boy.

She led him home, and wept amain
When he was in the house again;

Tears flowed in torrents from her eyes,

She kissed him: how could she chastise? She was too happy far.

Thus, after he had fondly braved

The perilous deep, the boy was saved;
And though his fancies had been wild,

Yet he was pleased and reconciled
To live in peace on shore.

And in the lonely Highland dell
Still do they keep the turtle-shell;

And long the story will repeat

Of the blind boy's adventurous feat,
And how he was preserved.

Hartleap Well

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THE knight had ridden down from Wensley Moor With the slow motion of a summer cloud;

And now as he approached a vassal's door,

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'Bring forth another horse!" he cried aloud.

"Another horse!" that shout the vassal heard,
And saddled his best steed, a comely grey;
Sir Walter mounted him: he was the third
Which he had mounted on that glorious day.

Joy sparkled in the prancing courser's eyes;
The horse and horseman are a happy pair;
But though Sir Walter like a falcon flies,
There is a doleful silence in the air.