So saying, thro' the fragrant shade

Gently along he led the maid,

While Manchon round and round her played:

And, as that silent glen they leave,

Where by the spring the pitchers stand,

Where glow-worms light their little lamps at eve,

And fairies revel as in fairy-land,

(When Lubin calls, and Blanche steals round,

Her finger on her lip, to see;

And many an acorn-cup is found

Under the greenwood tree)

From every cot above, below,

They gather as they go

Sabot, and coif, and collerette,

The housewife's prayer, the grandam's blessing!

Girls that adjust their locks of jet,

And look and look and linger yet,

The lovely bride caressing;

Babes that had learnt to lisp her name,

And heroes he had led to fame.

But what felt D'Arcy, when at length
Her father's gate was open flung?
Ah, then he found a giant's strength;
For round him, as for life, she clung!

And when, her fit of weeping o'er,
Onward they moved a little space,

And saw an old man sitting at the door,
Saw his wan cheek, and sunken eye
That seemed to gaze on vacancy,
Then, at the sight of that beloved face,
At once to fall upon his neck she flew ;
But not encouraged-back she drew,
And trembling stood in dread suspense,
Her tears her only eloquence!

All, all the while-an awful distance keeping;
Save D'Arcy, who nor speaks nor stirs ;

And one, his little hand in hers,

Who weeps to see his sister weeping.
Then Jacqueline the silence broke.

She clasped her father's knees and spoke,
Her brother kneeling too;

While D'Arcy as before looked on,
Tho' from his manly cheek was gone
Its natural hue.

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His praises from your lips I heard,

Till my fond heart was won;

And, if in aught his Sire has erred,

Oh turn not from the Son!

So saying, thro' the fragrant shade
Gently along he led the maid,

While Manchon round and round her played:

And, as that silent glen they leave,

Where by the spring the pitchers stand,

Where glow-worms light their little lamps at eve,

And fairies revel as in fairy-land,

(When Lubin calls, and Blanche steals round,

Her finger on her lip, to see;

And many an acorn-cup is found

Under the greenwood tree)

From every cot above, below,

They gather as they go

Sabot, and coif, and collerette,

The housewife's prayer, the grandam's blessing!

Girls that adjust their locks of jet,

And look and look and linger yet,

The lovely bride caressing;

Babes that had learnt to lisp her name,

And heroes he had led to fame.

But what felt D'Arcy, when at length
Her father's gate was open flung?
Ah, then he found a giant's strength;
For round him, as for life, she clung!

-Nor can'st thou, D'Arcy, feel resentment long;
For she herself shall plead, and I atone.
Henceforth," he paused awhile, unmanned,

For D'Arcy's tears bedewed his hand;
"Let each meet each, as friend to friend,

All things by all forgot, forgiven.

And that dear Saint-may she once more descend

To make our home a heaven!—

But now, in my hands, yours with hers unite.

A father's blessing on your heads alight!

Nor let the least be sent away.

All hearts shall sing Adieu to sorrow!'
St. Pierre has found his child to-day;

And old and young shall dance to-morrow."

Had Louis* then before the gate dismounted,
Lost in the chase at set of sun;

Like Henry when he heard recounted+

The generous deeds himself had done,

*Louis the Fourteenth.

Alluding to a popular story related of Henry the Fourth of France; similar to ours of "The King and Miller of Mansfield."

(What time the miller's maid Colette

Sung, while he supped, her chansonnette)

Then when St. Pierre addressed his village-train,
Then had the monarch with a sigh confessed

A joy by him unsought and unpossessed,
-Without it what are all the rest?-

To love, and to be loved again.