THE DAUGHTER OF THE HALL.
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Of high-born maids and lowly squires,—and woke from slumber's thrall,
To see the dawning gild with light the turrets of the Hall.
To see the dawning gild with light the turrets of the Hall.
Ah! now, I thought, perhaps she wakes, but not from dreams of me,
My homage can be nought to her, unknown then let it be;
Unknown! uncared for! but just then, Hope stole so slily in,
And something whispered that faint heart might ne'er fair lady win;
My homage can be nought to her, unknown then let it be;
Unknown! uncared for! but just then, Hope stole so slily in,
And something whispered that faint heart might ne'er fair lady win;
And then I wrote! how many times, in days that are long past,
Have you and I laughed o'er those rhymes, my first but not my last;
For in your father's stately woods does many a tree declare,
(If Time hath spared the letters yet) that Emma's smile was fair;
Have you and I laughed o'er those rhymes, my first but not my last;
For in your father's stately woods does many a tree declare,
(If Time hath spared the letters yet) that Emma's smile was fair;
Then term-time came, and with it brought some academic bays,
Ah! dear to youthful scholar's heart, the hard-won meed of praise!
The county paper will not fail, I thought, to tell her all,
Yes, surely they will speak of me, this morning at the Hall!
Ah! dear to youthful scholar's heart, the hard-won meed of praise!
The county paper will not fail, I thought, to tell her all,
Yes, surely they will speak of me, this morning at the Hall!
