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Ours—for, ah! never
 Roamed I forth alone,
One playmate's arm ever
 Around me was thrown.

"Childhood's morn pass'd away,
 Life's early days,
Then more of ardency
 Grew in his gaze;
And more of tenderness
 In his tone dwelt;
Oh! the pure happiness
 Either heart felt.

"Merry sounds eross'd the meads
 One sunny morn;
Trampling of many steeds,
 Peals of a horn.
Then a gay hunting throng
 Swept within sight,
Chargers bore proud along
 Lady and Knight.

"Out sprang we hand in hand
 In our heart's glee:
Eyes from amidst the band
 Rested on me.
Then o'er me bent a face
 Haughty and wild;
I swooned in the close embrace
 Sire gave to child.