a tale without a name.
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In this proud city—the envy of the
London world. Slaves at thy bidding then will
Come; broad lands and manors fair be thine; and
More than this, the deep, abiding love of
One, whom many sought, but sought in vain,
To win. Dost hear me not, my daughter?"
London world. Slaves at thy bidding then will
Come; broad lands and manors fair be thine; and
More than this, the deep, abiding love of
One, whom many sought, but sought in vain,
To win. Dost hear me not, my daughter?"
Gently
The maiden started from her sleep, with such
A look of radiant happiness upon
Her face, the mother's conscience ceased a
Moment to reproach. But, ah! 'twas but
A transient gleam—the meteor's ray. With
Her soft hand she put aside the curls that
Clustered round her brow of snowy whiteness,
And in a tone of deep and touching sadness
Said—"Why didst thou wake me, mother?
I in dreams had wandered far away, to my
Sweet childhood's home. I stood beside the fount,
Whose limpid waters gushed and bubbled
At my feet; and by my side was Herbert Gray,
My childhood's playmate—the dear companion
Of my later youth; and hand in hand we
The maiden started from her sleep, with such
A look of radiant happiness upon
Her face, the mother's conscience ceased a
Moment to reproach. But, ah! 'twas but
A transient gleam—the meteor's ray. With
Her soft hand she put aside the curls that
Clustered round her brow of snowy whiteness,
And in a tone of deep and touching sadness
Said—"Why didst thou wake me, mother?
I in dreams had wandered far away, to my
Sweet childhood's home. I stood beside the fount,
Whose limpid waters gushed and bubbled
At my feet; and by my side was Herbert Gray,
My childhood's playmate—the dear companion
Of my later youth; and hand in hand we
