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With Norman William Bertram came;
De Mitford's lovely heir he saw;
The conqueror own'd his favorite's claim;
And William's word was England's law.
De Mitford's lovely heir he saw;
The conqueror own'd his favorite's claim;
And William's word was England's law.
Vainly the suppliant fair-one knelt,
Vainly she spurn'd a foreign yoke;
The king nor love nor pity felt—
She wept, but yielded to the stroke.
Vainly she spurn'd a foreign yoke;
The king nor love nor pity felt—
She wept, but yielded to the stroke.
Not long she wept. Two lingering years
Two lovely smiling babes had given,
Still faster flowed the mother's tears,
Till her soul sought its native heaven.
Two lovely smiling babes had given,
Still faster flowed the mother's tears,
Till her soul sought its native heaven.
Goodly and brave the youthful heir
To battle leads his father's power;
And gay, and innocent, and fair,
His Sybille blooms; a northern flower!
To battle leads his father's power;
And gay, and innocent, and fair,
His Sybille blooms; a northern flower!
