TRACY DE VORE AND HUBERT GREY.
Tracy de Vore hath high-born mates
Invited to share his play;
But none are half so dear to him,
As lowly Hubert Grey.
Invited to share his play;
But none are half so dear to him,
As lowly Hubert Grey.
He hath a spaniel taught to mark,
And wait his word with a joyous bark;
He hath a falcon taught to fly
When he looses its silver chain;
To range at his bidding round the sky,
Then seek his hand again.
And wait his word with a joyous bark;
He hath a falcon taught to fly
When he looses its silver chain;
To range at his bidding round the sky,
Then seek his hand again.
His ear is used to the softest song;
To the lute, and gay guitar;
But the echoing call of the herdsman's son
Is sweeter to him by far.
To the lute, and gay guitar;
But the echoing call of the herdsman's son
Is sweeter to him by far.
He hath toys and trinkets, bought with gold;
And a palfrey in the stall:
But Hubert's bow and Hubert's boat,—
Oh, they are worth them all!
And a palfrey in the stall:
But Hubert's bow and Hubert's boat,—
Oh, they are worth them all!
And Hubert Grey hath learnt to love.
The smile of Tracy de Vore;
He delights in leading the timid boy
Where he never trod before.
The smile of Tracy de Vore;
He delights in leading the timid boy
Where he never trod before.
He teaches him how to note the hours,
By where the sunbeams rest;
He wades for him where the virgin flowers
Gracefully bend 'neath the cascade's showers;
To pluck the whitest and best.
By where the sunbeams rest;
He wades for him where the virgin flowers
Gracefully bend 'neath the cascade's showers;
To pluck the whitest and best.
He tells him the curious legends of old,
Known by each mountaineer;
He tells him the story of ghost and fay;
Waking his wonder and fear.
Known by each mountaineer;
He tells him the story of ghost and fay;
Waking his wonder and fear.
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