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And that then is his grave?—Before his death
You said that he saw many happy years?
Aye, that he did
And all went well with him
If he had one, the Lad had twenty homes.
And you believe, then, that his mind was easy
Yes, long before he died, he found that time
Is a true friend to sorrow; and unless
His thoughts were turned on Leonard's luckless
He talked about him with a cheerful love.
He could not come to an unhallowed end!
Nay, God forbid! You recollect I mentioned
Had brought upon him; and we all conjectured
Had walked, and from the summit had fallen head
And so no doubt he perished: at the time,
We guess, that in his hands he must have had
The Priest here ended
The Stranger would have thanked him, but he felt Tears rushing in. Both left the spot in silence;
And Leonard, when they reached the church-yard
As the Priest lifted up the latch, turned round,
It was not long ere Leonard reached a grove
He travelled on to Egremont: and thence,
That night, he wrote a letter to the Priest Reminding him of what had passed between them; And adding, with a hope to be forgiven,
That it was from the weakness of his heart
He had not dared to tell him who he was.
This done, he went on shipboard, and is now
Or The BRAES of KIRTLE*.
Fair Ellen Irwin, when she sate
Upon the Braes of Kirtle,
Was lovely as a Grecian Maid
* The Kirtle is a river in the Southern part of Scotland, on the banks of which the events here related took place.