A .
V . Ratcliffe .
BARDEN
TOWERS .
DARDEN
TOWERS
in
a mist of rain ,
D
The
trees
all
green
and
yellow
and
gold
,
A
wistful
gloom
on
the hills
of
pain
,
And
a
tale
of
sadness
told
.
She was
sweet
and
he
was fair
,
He was stirring
and
hale
and glad
,
She
was
proud
of
her
handsome lad
,
And
he
of
her wide
gold
hair
.
He was merely
a
yokel lad
,
But his
heart
was
a
passionate
rising fire
,
And
his hallo along
the
rolling
wold
Was
a
sound
to
make
the
sun
aspire
,
And
the summer mend and
hold
.
But
a
gallant
sergeant
came
at
length
.
He spoke
to
her
lad
;
“
You
'll
lend
your heart
To
a
stirring
deed
,
to
a
stalwart
part
,
The country
's
low
for
lack
of
strength
,
And
of
men
that
care
to
smart
.”
Oh
what
could
a
lad
whose
heart was
fire
,
And
what
could
a
lass whose heart was
fond
,
Yea
he
must
out
to
his
country
's
bond
,
And
she must crush
her
soul
's
desire
,
-
And
the year lay
down
her
wand
!
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