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THE FOREST BOY.
At the town was a market—and now for supplies,
Such as needed her humble abode,
Young William went forth; and his mother with sighs
Watch'd long at the window, with tears in her eyes,
Till he turn'd thro' the fields, to the road.
Then darkness came on; and she heard with affright
The wind rise every moment more high;
She look'd from the door; not a star lent its light,
But the tempest redoubled the gloom of the night,
And the rain fell in floods from the sky.
