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    GLEANINGS OF QUIET HOURS.   Table of Contents     THE SNOW-FLAKES.

Thompson, Priscilla Jane
Gleanings of Quiet Hours

- GLEANINGS OF QUIET HOURS.
- ATHELSTANE.


ATHELSTANE.


OH, ATHELSTANE, the faithful!
Why linger at my gate?
Is not thy hopes yet blasted?
I for another wait.

Now hie thee, to you forest;
'Tis Clare bids thee depart;
Nay, bow thee not in sorrow,
To break my bleeding heart!

"Oh Clare, why wed another?
Thou canst but give thy hand,
Thy heart is in my keeping,
Were I in foreign land."

"Why tarry here, in bondage,
When freedom is so night?
My steed waits in you forest,
And champs his bit to fly."

"Far from thy cruel uncle,
Thy pining heart shall rest,
In peaceful bliss of Eden,
Upon thy lover's breast."
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"Oh, Athelstane, the faithful!
My heart is thine alone;
No more I'll brook their babble.
I'll fly with thee, mine own."

    GLEANINGS OF QUIET HOURS.   Table of Contents     THE SNOW-FLAKES.