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THE WHITE DOE OF RYLSTONE;
OR, THE FATE OF THE NORTONS.
IN trellised shed with clustering roses gay,
And, Mary! oft beside our blazing fire,
Ah, then, beloved ! pleasing was the smart,
. Founded on a tradition that not long after the dissolution of the monasteries a white doe used to come to Bolton Abbey over the fells from Rylstone every Sunday, and remain in the churchyard during divine service, returning at its close.
Notes could we hear as of a fairy shell,
For us the stream of fiction ceased to flow,
It soothed us-it beguiled us—then, to hear
Then, too, this song of mine once more could please,