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"A jolly place," said he, "in times of old! But something ails it now: the spot is curst.

"You see these lifeless stumps of aspen-wood, Some say that they are beeches, others elms, These were the bower; and here a mansion stood, The finest palace of a hundred realms !

"The arbor does its own condition tell;

You see the stones, the fountain, and the stream; But as to the great Lodge! you might as well Hunt half a day for a forgotten dream.

"There's neither dog nor heifer, horse nor sheep,
Will wet his lips within that cup of stone;
And oftentimes, when all are fast asleep,
This water doth send forth a dolorous groan.

"Some say that here a murder has been done, And blood cries out for blood: but, for my part, I've guessed, when I've been sitting in the sun, That it was all for that unhappy Hart.

"What thoughts must through the creature's brain have past!

Even from the topmost stone, upon the steep,
Are but three bounds, and look, Sir, at this last!
O Master! it has been a cruel leap.

"For thirteen hours he ran a desperate race; And in my simple mind we cannot tell

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What cause the Hart might have to love this place, And come and make his death-bed near the well.

"Here on the grass perhaps asleep he sank, Lulled by the fountain in the summer tide ; This water was perhaps the first he drank When he had wandered from his mother's side.

"In April here beneath the flowering thorn
He heard the birds their morning carols sing;
And he, perhaps, for aught we know, was born
Not half a furlong from that selfsame spring.

"Now, here is neither grass nor pleasant shade; The sun on drearier hollow never shone ;

So will it be, as I have often said,

Till trees, and stones, and fountain, all are gone."

"Gray-headed Shepherd, thou hast spoken well;
Small difference lies between thy creed and mine:
This Beast not unobserved by Nature fell;
His death was mourned by sympathy divine.

"The Being, that is in the clouds and air,
That is in the green leaves among the groves,
Maintains a deep and reverential care
For the unoffending creatures whom he loves.

"The pleasure-house is dust:-behind, before, This is no common waste, no common glooni;

But Nature, in due course of time, once more
Shall here put on her beauty and her bloom.

"She leaves these objects to a slow decay,
That what we are, and have been, may be known;
But at the coming of the milder day,
These monuments shall all be overgrown.

"One lesson, Shepherd, let us two divide,
Taught both by what she shows, and what conceals;
Never to blend our pleasure or our pride
With sorrow of the meanest thing that feels."

1800.

XXV.

SONG AT THE FEAST OF BROUGHAM CASTLE,

UPON THE RESTORATION OF LORD CLIFFORD, THE SHEPHERD,

TO THE ESTATES AND HONORS OF HIS ANCESTORS.

HIGH in the breathless Hall the Minstrel sate,
And Emont's murmur mingled with the Song.-
The words of ancient time I thus translate,
A festal strain that hath been silent long:

"From town to town, from tower to tower,
The red rose is a gladsome flower.
Her thirty years of winter past,

The red rose is revived at last;

She lifts her head for endless spring,
For everlasting blossoming:

Both roses flourish, red and white:
In love and sisterly delight

The two that were at strife are blended,
And all old troubles now are ended.

Joy! joy to both! but most to her
Who is the flower of Lancaster!
Behold her how she smiles to-day
On this great throng, this bright array !
Fair greeting doth she send to all
From every corner of the hall;

But chiefly from above the board

Where sits in state our rightful Lord,

A Clifford to his own restored!

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"They came with banner, spear, and shield; And it was proved in Bosworth-field.

Not long the Avenger was withstood, ---
Earth helped him with the cry of blood:
St. George was for us, and the might
Of blessed Angels crowned the right.
Loud voice the Land has uttered forth,
We loudest in the faithful North:
Our fields rejoice, our mountains ring,
Our streams proclaim a welcoming;
Our strong abodes and castles see
The glory of their loyalty.

"How glad is Skipton at this hour, – Though lonely, a deserted Tower;

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A taste of this great pleasure, viewing
As in a dream her own renewing.
Rejoiced is Brough, right glad I deem
Beside her little humble stream;
And she that keepeth watch and ward
Her statelier Eden's course to guard;
They both are happy at this hour,
Though each is but a lonely Tower: -
But here is perfect joy and pride
For one fair House by Emont's side,
This day, distinguished without peer,
To see her Master and to cheer -
Him, and his Lady-mother dear!

"O, it was a time forlorn
When the fatherless was born!
Give her wings that she may fly,
Or she sees her infant die!

Swords that are with slaughter wild
Hunt the Mother and the Child.
Who will take them from the light?

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No, they must not enter there.
To the caves, and to the brooks,
To the clouds of heaven she looks;

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