. The romaunt of Lady Helen Clyde. . /-^V TTAVE you leisure for a story? Listen to thissong I sing you;Draw your chair beside the fire ; heap the ironswith wood well dried :And as upward leap the blazes, from the long ago Illbring youMemories of the hapless love of Lady HelenClvde. Pure and fair, of queenly bearing, she was like thestately lilies ;Some were wont to call her haughty, but theword was ill applied ;Lovely as the Houris was she, graceful as thedaffodillies ;And her eyes were so bewitching, suitors camefrom far and wide. 3 With her father, proud and noble, lived she in astately pala
. The romaunt of Lady Helen Clyde. . /-^V TTAVE you leisure for a story? Listen to thissong I sing you;Draw your chair beside the fire ; heap the ironswith wood well dried :And as upward leap the blazes, from the long ago Illbring youMemories of the hapless love of Lady HelenClvde. Pure and fair, of queenly bearing, she was like thestately lilies ;Some were wont to call her haughty, but theword was ill applied ;Lovely as the Houris was she, graceful as thedaffodillies ;And her eyes were so bewitching, suitors camefrom far and wide. 3 With her father, proud and noble, lived she in astately palace,(Years agone her mother left her for a brighter,happier sphere) :Thus she reigned its only mistress, but that draughtfrom Sorrows chaliceFilled her youthful life with care,—brought melan-choly near.
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