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OUR QUEEN MARY.
To Castle Gloom we brought our joys—
Our maiden bright, our gallant boys—
Its rugged steep ascents to dare;
To breathe its high ethereal air;
O'er Care and Sorrow both to rise,
Poised midway between earth and skies;
To light once more with youthful bloom
The Castle and the Hill of Gloom!
Our maiden bright, our gallant boys—
Its rugged steep ascents to dare;
To breathe its high ethereal air;
O'er Care and Sorrow both to rise,
Poised midway between earth and skies;
To light once more with youthful bloom
The Castle and the Hill of Gloom!
O Castle old, of vanished days,
When valour's glow and beauty's blaze
Lit these low halls, so dim and rude,
What memories in thine archways brood!
But most of one long winter's night
When Mary's footfall, fairy light,
Led off the dance that graced beside
The nuptials of a noble bride.
When valour's glow and beauty's blaze
Lit these low halls, so dim and rude,
What memories in thine archways brood!
But most of one long winter's night
When Mary's footfall, fairy light,
Led off the dance that graced beside
The nuptials of a noble bride.
These frowning walls, that erst have seen
The face of Scotland's loveliest queen,
Re-echo now the pattering feet
Of yet another Mary sweet.
For her may in the future wait
A lowlier and a happier fate—
A queen of home, whose crown as fair
Yet wants the weight that monarchs wear.
The face of Scotland's loveliest queen,
Re-echo now the pattering feet
Of yet another Mary sweet.
For her may in the future wait
A lowlier and a happier fate—
A queen of home, whose crown as fair
Yet wants the weight that monarchs wear.
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