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THE LADY'S DREAM.
" And the tyi-ant band, to Southern land
Have borne thy lord so dear ;
And there he lies, like meanest slave.
In dungeon dark and drear.
" The scaffold grim shall be raised for him,
By unrelenting foes ;
Then, lady fair, in haste repair.
To soothe his bosom's woes."
Pale, pale with dread the lady woke.
And knelt to heaven in prayer ;
" Oh ! shield me, God, amid the ills
My heart is doomed to bear."
Then to her little page she said,
" Go, bring my swiftest steed ;
And let us to proud England hie.
With lightning's winged speed."
The steed was brought — she left the tower.
With tear-drops in her eyes ;
And fleet as bird by fowler chased,
Away, away she flies.
Long, rough and lonesome was the way,
But onward still she flew ;
And soon behind her disappeared
Fair Scotland's hills of blue.
And through the haughty foeman's land
She rode, devoid of fear ;
Till rose upon her sight the Tower,
Where lay her lord so dear.
With trembling heart she reached the gate.
And sought her love to see ;
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