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Yon bank demands a pitying look There, life, a gentle youth forsook. Sole comfort of an aged pair, The true love, of a damsel fair. At prime of dawn, he bent his way Long was the journey, short the day the wintry blast blew loud & chill Night caught him on the unshelter'd hill; Fatigu'd he fell; no help came nigh His faithful dog alone was by. Who as he fondly lick'd his cheek Heard his expiring master speak. "Heap not for me, thy Cottage fire Cold grows my heart, unhappy Sire! But turn to my unfinish'd loom And weave the web, and bear it home. Ah prepare not my Evening meal, Ah bid them ring, my passing peal. Deck not thyself dear maid to meet Thy love; but bring his winding sheet. I come not to your festive cheer,
