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The bridal of Vaumond

A Metrical Romance

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Well pleas'd tir'd Lodowick partook
Of the cottager's simple store,
He lav'd him in the crystal brook,
And woke to life once more;

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While the garrulous host in simple strain
Strove his high guest to entertain,
His own mishap the burden still;
How the foes of God, the friends of ill,
Away his son had spirited,—
How his spouse had sicken'd and was dead,—
How his crops were blasted, and parch'd the sod,
His vines by feet unseen were trod,—
And the blessed saint, in wrath, he said,
For his son, no more would lend her aid.