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MARMION.
And frequent falls the grateful dew,For benefits the world ne'er knew.If mortal charity dare claim145The Almighty's attributed name,Inscribe above his mouldering clay,'The widow's shield, the orphan's stay.'Nor, though it wake thy sorrow, deemMy verse intrudes on this sad theme;150For sacred was the pen that wrote,'Thy father's friend forget thou not:'And grateful title may I plead,For many a kindly word and deed,To bring my tribute to his grave:—155'Tis little—but 'tis all I have.
To thee, perchance, this rambling strainRecalls our summer walks again;When, doing nought,—and, to speak true,Not anxious to find aught to do,—160The wild unbounded hills we ranged,While oft our talk its topic changed,And, desultory as our way,Ranged, unconfined, from grave to gay.Even when it flagged, as oft will chance,165No effort made to break its trance,We could right pleasantly pursueOur sports in social silence too;Thou gravely labouring to pourtrayThe blighted oak's fantastic spray;170I spelling o'er, with much delight,The legend of that antique knight,Tirante by name, yclep'd the White.At either's feet a trusty squire,Pandour and Camp, with eyes of fire,175Jealous, each other's motions view'd,And scarce suppress'd their ancient feud.The laverock whistled from the cloud;The stream was lively, but not loud;