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THE WELCOME.
BY MISS L. E. LANDON.
I.
Fling the banners from the battlements—
Hang garlands on the walls!—
Today Lord Ulric comes again
To his ancestral halls.
II.
Long time he has been absent—
Long time with sword in hand;—
Now they have tamed the crescent
In every christian land.
III.
The boy he left an infant
He will not find the same,—
The feet can run the greensward,
The lips can name his name.
