Eleanor Fortesque Brickdale's Golden book of famous women . hed, with a secret pain, Ah, that I were free again! Free as when I rode that day. Where the barefoot maiden raked her hay. 168 GOLDEN BOOK OF FAMOUS WOMEN She wedded a man unlearned and poor,And many children played round their door. But care and sorrow, and childbirth pain,Left their trace on her heart and brain. And oft, when the summer sun shone hotOn the new-mown hay in the meadow lot, And she heard the little spring brook fallOver the roadside, through the wall. In the shade of the apple-tree again,She saw a rider draw his rein,
Eleanor Fortesque Brickdale's Golden book of famous women . hed, with a secret pain, Ah, that I were free again! Free as when I rode that day. Where the barefoot maiden raked her hay. 168 GOLDEN BOOK OF FAMOUS WOMEN She wedded a man unlearned and poor,And many children played round their door. But care and sorrow, and childbirth pain,Left their trace on her heart and brain. And oft, when the summer sun shone hotOn the new-mown hay in the meadow lot, And she heard the little spring brook fallOver the roadside, through the wall. In the shade of the apple-tree again,She saw a rider draw his rein, And, gazing down with timid felt his pleased eyes read her face. Sometimes her narrow kitchen wallsStretched away into shady halls; The weary wheel to a spinet turned,The tallow candle an astral burned, And for him who sat by the chimney lug,Dozing and grumbling oer pipe and mug, A manly form at her side she saw,And joy was duty and love was law. ST. CATHERINE 5^. Catherine of Siena, negociating with PopeGregoy XI. on behalf of the
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