 | Young Arthur |  |
Once the sage to wake the harp essay'd
When mem'ry dwelt on a hapless maid:
Sweetly he touch'd it, and, faltering, sung
A maiden for whom the death peal had rung.
When mem'ry dwelt on a hapless maid:
Sweetly he touch'd it, and, faltering, sung
A maiden for whom the death peal had rung.
| Young Arthur | |