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THE SONG.
1
He'd armour bright,And his steed was white,
And his plume he proudly bore:
While scarlet and green
Were his housings seen,
And pages he'd a score.
That knight was the first at bow'r and ball,
And the minstrel sung in his father's hall.
2
His store was great,His heart elate,
And all a welcome found;
There wit beguil'd
While beauty smil'd,
And it seem'd enchanted ground;
For pleasure o'er temperance threw the pall,
And revelry reign'd in his father's hall.
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3
Day yields to night,And wealth takes flight;
And flatterers with it fly;
That knight all spent;
And discontent
Soon lour'd in his downcast eye;
He look'd for honey and found but gall—
And the green grass grew in his father's hall.
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