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Ancient Castle, Woods, and Mountains
Hear the challenge with delight.
Hubert! though the blast be blown
He is helpless and alone:
Thou hast a dungeon, speak the word!
And there he may be lodged, and thou be Lord.
Speak! — astounded Hubert cannot;
Long, and long was he unheard of:
To his Brother then he came,
Made confession, asked forgiveness,
Asked it by a Brother's name,
And by all the saints in heaven
And of Eustace was forgiven:
Then in a Convent went to hide
His melancholy head, and there he died.
But Sir Eustace, whom good Angels
Had preserv'd from Murderers' hands,
And from Pagan chains had rescued,
Liv'd with honour on his lands.
Sons he had, saw Sons of theirs:
And through ages, Heirs of Heirs,
A long posterity renown'd,
Sounded the Horn which they alone could sound.
XIII. GOODY BLAKE AND HARRY GILL,
A TRUE STORY.
Oh! what's the matter? what's the matter?
In March, December, and in July,
At night, at morning, and at noon,
Young Harry was a lusty drover,
All day she spun in her poor dwelling:
By the same fire to boil their pottage,
But when the ice our streams did fetter,
Oh joy for her 1 whene'er in winter