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Behold her there, As I beheld her ere she knew my heart, My first, last love ; the idol of my youth, The darling of my manhood, and, alas ! Now the most blessed memory of mine age.
With farmer Allan at the farm abode
Then there came a day
Now therefore look to Dora ; she is well
She is my brother's daughter : he and I
In foreign lands ; but for his sake I bred
The month was out he left his father's house,
Then, when the bells were ringing, Allan call'd
And days went on, and there was born a boy To William ; then distresses came on him ; And day by day he pass'd his father's gate, Heart-broken, and his father help'd him not. But Dora stored what little she could save, And sent it them by stealth, nor did they know Who sent it; till at last a fever seized On William, and in harvest time he died.
Then Dora went to Mary. Mary sat And look'd with tears upon her boy, and thought Hard things of Dora. Dora came and said,
“I have obey'd my uncle until now, And I have sinn’d, for it was all thro' me This evil came on William at the first. But, Mary, for the sake of him that's gone, And for your sake, the woman that he chose, And for this orphan, I am come to you : You know there has not been for these five years So full a harvest : let me take the boy, And I will set him in my uncle's eye Among the wheat; that when his heart is glad Of the full harvest, he may see the boy, And bless him for the sake of him that's gone.”
And Dora took the child and went her way Across the wheat, and sat upon a mound That was unsown, where many,poppies grew. Far off the farmer came into the field . And spied her not ; for none of all his men Dare tell him Dora waited with the child ; And Dora would have risen and gone to him, But her heart fail'd her; and the reapers reap’d, And the sun fell, and all the land was dark.
But when the morrow came, she rose and took