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In deep revolving thought he stood
And mused a little space,
Then raised fair Emmeline from the ground
Wi’ mony a fond embrace.
Here, take her, Child of Elle, he said,
And gave her lily hand;
Here, take my dear and only child,
And with her half my land:
Thy father once mine honour wrong’d
In days of youthful pride;
Do thou the injury repair
In fondness for thy bride:
And as thou love and hold her dear,
Heaven prosper thee and thine;
And now my blessing wend wi’ thee
My lovely Emmeline.
