The Lord of Burleigh. In her ear he whispers gaily, She replies, in accents fainter, "There is none I love like thee." And they leave her father's roof Love will make our cottage pleasant, And I love thee more than life." They by parks and lodges going From deep thought himself he rouses, So she goes by him attended, Lay betwixt his home and her's; Built for pleasure and for state. Where they twain will spend their days. O but she will love him truly! He shall have a cheerful home; And beneath the gate she turns; Sees a mansion more majestic Than all those she saw before: Many a gallant gay domestic Bows before him at the door. "All of this is mine and thine." Here he lives in state and bounty, Is so great a lord as he. Her sweet face from brow to chin: Pale again as death did prove; But he clasped her like a lover, And he cheered her soul with love. So she strove against her weakness, Though at times her spirits sank: Shaped her heart with woman's meekness To all duties of her rank: And a gentle consort made he, And her gentle mind was such That she grew a noble lady, And the people loved her much. Unto which she was not born. Faint she grew, and ever fainter, Three fair children first she bore him, |