 | Young Arthur |  |
Meanwhile, some minutes in delighted mood,
Sweet deeds resolving, generous Brandon stood;
To grace the closing of a scene so dear,
His grateful views in instant act appear;
“Ernest, my son”—with rapturous look he cried,
“Be thy wise choice, bright Isabel, thy bride;
Your hands I join”—and to his arms convey'd
The graceful, grateful, unassuming maid.
“Beauclerc, my friend! life's twilight sheds a ray
Shall grace and gladden our declining day;
Sweet deeds resolving, generous Brandon stood;
To grace the closing of a scene so dear,
His grateful views in instant act appear;
“Ernest, my son”—with rapturous look he cried,
“Be thy wise choice, bright Isabel, thy bride;
Your hands I join”—and to his arms convey'd
The graceful, grateful, unassuming maid.
“Beauclerc, my friend! life's twilight sheds a ray
Shall grace and gladden our declining day;
| Young Arthur | |