And he cut the leaves of the snowdrop down, And tied up the daffodilly; And then he sang, as he bent at 's work, Down the broad stone steps went Magdalene, "'Tis a lonesome place," said Magdalene, The blithe old man, he ceased his work, 64 Ay, ay, is it so, my lady fair?" Said the wondering gardener; "Why, I can remember yon terrace steps With children all astir. "Ay, there was my Lady Isabel, And the second sister, Adeline, "There was my Lord Francis, my Lady Jane, And your blessed lady-mother; There were two brothers besides, and he "He was your father afterwardsAh, me how time moves on !— There were seven children then i' the house, And now there is but one; And all those happy children Like flowers of spring are gone. "And then, what troops of ladies grand, Went walking up and down; Each softly fanning of herself, In a shining silken gown. "What gay and gallant gentlemen, What riding in and out there was; 'Ay, sure enough, the place is still Stiller than it was then ; But, perchance, my Lady Magdalene, It may be blithe again !" Then the blithe old man bent down to 's work, Singing "Fa, la, la, to-morrow will come, And the blithe old man cut down the leaves The Lady Magdalene walked away, PART III. In a stately room, the grave old priest Doth sit at eventide ; He turneth over a great old book, "Put down the book," said Magdalene, Put down the book, good father, Up from his book the grave old man "Now, father good," quoth Magdalene, "This day I pray thee tell, Wherefore in this grand house alone, Year after year I dwell? "Thou hast taught me both to read and write; Hast taught me all I know Yet hast kept me from my kind apart― "Yet, love, a deep and fervent love, Thou hast ever taught to me From God, down to the meanest thing "Father, I've seen the children poor- "I've seen, upon the Sabbath-morn, Of kindly Christian people came "I see them kneeling, side by side, Like groups of saints together set— "Oh, 'tis a pleasant sight to me! "Why is it thus, I pray thee tell, That none with me abide ? Oh, for a loving sister, To worship at my side! "Father, I scarce know who I am, Save of a lineage high, Is a dark, sad history. "Thou hast been a righteous friend to meI have loved thee many a year But, father, why alone I dwell, For a moment's space, the grave old man The tears were in his mild, grey eyes, "Hearken to me, my Magdalene," "I can remember when this house "Daughters and sons, I mind me well "I can recall this solitude, An ever-changing crowd; And the silence of these chambers vast Was riot long and loud. "I will not tell thee, Magdalene, Of heartlessness and crime; Enough, the wrath of Heaven did scourge The evil of that time. |