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"Yet give one kiss to your mother dear!
Alas, my child, I sinn'd for thee.”
"O mother, mother, mother,” she said, "So strange it seems to me.
Yet here's a kiss for my mother dear,
She clad herself in a russet gown,
Down stept Lord Ronald from his tower: "O Lady Clare, you shame your worth! Why come you drest like a village maid,
That are the flower of the earth ?"
"If I come drest like a village maid,
I am but as my fortunes are:
I am a beggar born," she said,
"And not the Lady Clare."
"Play me no tricks," said Lord Ronald, "For I am yours in word and in deed. Play me no tricks," said Lord Ronald,
"Your riddle is hard to read."
O and proudly stood she up!
Her heart within her did not fail :
She look'd into Lord Ronald's eyes,
And told him all her nurse's tale.
He laugh'd a laugh of merry scorn:
He turn'd, and kiss'd her where she stood:
you are not the heiress born,
And I," said he, "the next in blood
"If you are not the heiress born,
And I," said he, "the lawful heir, We two will wed to-morrow morn,
And you shall still be Lady Clare."
THE LORD OF BURLEIGH.
In her ear he whispers gaily,
She replies, in accents fainter,
"There is none I love like thee."
He is but a landscape-painter,
Presses his without reproof;
Leads her to the village altar,
And they leave her father's roof.
"I can make no marriage present;
Little can I give my wife.
Love will make our cottage pleasant,
And I love thee more than life."
They by parks and lodges going
See the lordly castles stand:
Summer woods, about them blowing,
Made a murmur in the land.
From deep thought himself he rouses, Says to her that loves him well, "Let us see these handsome houses
Where the wealthy nobles dwell."
So she goes by him attended,
Hears him lovingly converse,
Ancient homes of lord and lady,
Built for pleasure and for state.
All he shows her makes him dearer :
Evermore she seems to gaze
On that cottage growing nearer,
Where they twain will spend their days.
O but she will love him truly!
He shall have a cheerful home;