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There good King David's rugged mien
Fast by his faithful spouse is seen,
    And 'neath the stony floor
Lie chiefs of Douglas' haughty breast,
Contented now to take their rest,
    And rule their kings no more.

It was a painful thing to see
    Trim Abbotsford so gay,
The rose-trees climbing there so bold,
The ripening fruits in rind of gold,
    And thou, their lord, away.

I saw the lamp, with oil unspent,
O'er which thy thoughtful brow was bent,
    When erst, with magic skill,
Unearthly beings heard thy call,
And flitting spectres throng'd the hall,
    Obedient to thy will.

Yon fair domain was all thine own,
From stately roof to threshold stone,
    Yet didst thou lavish pay
The coin that caused life's wheels to stop?
The heart's blood oozing drop by drop
    Through the tired brain away?

I said the lamp unspent was there,
The books arranged in order fair;
But none of all thy kindred race
Found in those lordly halls a place:
Thine only son, in foreign lands,
Led boldly on his martial bands,