. Blood for blood; a legend of the "big elm tree,". 4i \ 92 Another fee for your reckless ride—I wish you much joy once more. May Green turn Gray at an early day,Said the clerk as he stood in the door. Away sped the lad while the villagers stared,And the good clerk musingly said: His horse is a bay—I thought it was gray—Well, they both can not one girl wed. Twas midnight at the farm-house Of sturdy old farmer Green,Where Rose, the light of the festal night, Shone beautiful as a queen. Without, the moon was watching The world from the upper deep,And a halo of light on the brow of night Awoke ch
. Blood for blood; a legend of the "big elm tree,". 4i \ 92 Another fee for your reckless ride—I wish you much joy once more. May Green turn Gray at an early day,Said the clerk as he stood in the door. Away sped the lad while the villagers stared,And the good clerk musingly said: His horse is a bay—I thought it was gray—Well, they both can not one girl wed. Twas midnight at the farm-house Of sturdy old farmer Green,Where Rose, the light of the festal night, Shone beautiful as a queen. Without, the moon was watching The world from the upper deep,And a halo of light on the brow of night Awoke chanticleer from his sleep. Twice and again he lustily crowed The hour of midnight noon,And the hound left his bed in the barnyard shed To bay at the man in the moon. 93. 94 But hist! a clatter of horses feet! Theres a lull in the merry strain—The door opens wide while two horsemen ride With spur and whip down the lane. Hail! cried the rustic farmer, Whether as friends or as foes—You have ridden well, but I can not tell Which is entitled to Rose. She herself shall decide your suit; But, as Cupid is said to be blind,I will bandage her eyes, and the arrow that flies At random the true one will find. Then Rose gave her mother a vial, and said:Hand to Edward, and whisper this hint— Say, Tis otto of rose—that the greyhound goesBy sight—but the foxhound by scent. Then stood up the two twin brothers, Wide apart in the wedding band,And a silence fell on each lip like a spell When Rose was led in by the hand. Now choose you which of the twain you will— The one to the left or the right ?The blushing Rose said: The right one Ill wed; I pray you, restore my sight. 95
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