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    The stone-cut anas above the door ,, _; . , . Were such as earliest chieftains bore . Of simple gear , long laid aside ; ; And low it was , and warm , and wide , — A home to love , from sire to son , By white-grown servants waited on *

    Here , a door opening breathed of bowers Of ladies , who lead lives of flowers ; There , walls were books ; and the sweet witch . Painting , had there the rooms made rich With knights , and dames , and loving eyes Of heav ' n-gone kindred , sweet and wise ; Of bishops , gentle as their lawn ,

    And sires , whose talk was one May-dawn . Last , on the roof , a clock ' s old grace Look'd forth , like some enchanted face That never slept , but in the night Dinted the air with thoughtful might Of sudden tongue , which seem'd to say , " The stars are firm , and hold their way . "

    Behold me now , like knight indeed , Whose balmed wound had ceased to bleed , Behold me in this green domain , Leading a palfrey by the rein , On which the fairy lady sat In magic talk , which men call " chat , " Over mead , up hill , down dale ,

    While the sweet thoughts never fail , Bright as what we pluck'd ' twixt whiles , The mountain-ash's thick red smiles ; And aye she laugh'd , and thought , and rode , And to blest eyes her visions shew ed Of nook , and tow ' r , and mountain rare ,

    Like bosom , making mild the air ; And seats , endear'd by friend and sire , Facing sunset ' s thoughtful fire . And then , to make romances true , Before this lady open flew A garden gate ; and lol right in , Where horse ' s foot had never been ,

    Rode she \< t The gard ' ner , with a stare j / To see her threat his lilies fair , ' > Uncapp'd his bent old silver hahy * y ' And seem'd to say * My lady -good Makes all things right in her sWefet m 6 o& *'

    O land of Braidand of Bard , ' Worthy of bearded Time ' s regard , ! ' > Quick-blooded , light-voiced , lyric Wales , ¦ ' Proud with mountains , rich with Vales , ^ ' And of such valour , that in theo

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  • Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Oct. 1, 1837, page 245, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct1836/page/21/