<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=118678" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Little Lass</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">As Douglas to his castle came,<br>Emotion nerved his shatter'd frame,<br>And soft he pondered,—"Presently<br>My little lass will welcome me!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"As longs the miser for his gold,<br>As fever longs, with thirst untold,<br>So yearns my heart her face to see,<br>Who yonder waits to welcome me!"<br> <br>But as he turned his steed about,<br>A mournful peal of bells rung out;<br>Whereat he cried,—"Nay, merrily!<br>Ring forth my bairn to welcome me!"</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He entered at the castle gate;<br>(None marked him come, for it grew late,)<br>He stood within his hall at last;<br>(None heeded him, for tears fell fast.)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Quoth Douglas: "Friends, if me ye mourn,<br>With drooping heads and looks forlorn,<br>Now for your sorrows comfort ye,—<br>And call my lass to welcome me!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"'T is true that I from out these wars<br>Bring back a wound and many scars;<br>But life is mine, and I am free,<br>And my brave lass hath ransom'd me!"</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Up spoke an ancient servitor:<br>"We mourn indeed the wrongs of war,<br>We bless thy loved return,— but she<br>Shall rise no more to welcome thee!"</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Florence+Earle+Coates">Florence Earle Coates</a> from <i>Poems</i><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=118678" data-title="The Little Lass de Florence Earle Coates" data-description="As Douglas to his castle came,/Emotion nerved his shatter'd frame,/And soft he pondered,—"Presently/My little lass will welcome me!/"As longs the miser for his gold,/As fever longs, with thirst untold,/So yearns my heart her face to see,/Who yon..."></div> </div> </div>

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