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XII. ALINE'S COMPLAINT.
A BALLAD FROM THE SIEGE OF ROCHELLE.
By river-bank, or hillock-rise,
Fair Aline wanders long;
And ever and anon she sighs,
And sings her plaintive song:—
“And what's the name of wife to me?
Or what a mother's joy?
No husband's cheering smile I see,
No father clasps my boy.
Fair Aline wanders long;
And ever and anon she sighs,
And sings her plaintive song:—
“And what's the name of wife to me?
Or what a mother's joy?
No husband's cheering smile I see,
No father clasps my boy.
“Ere well that I could call him mine,
Our nuptial knot scarce tied,
He left me lonely here to pine,
A sad, forsaken bride.
Why did he vow a lasting love,
Yet give his heart to gold;
Far, far in search of wealth to rove,
O'er fearful billows roll'd?
Our nuptial knot scarce tied,
He left me lonely here to pine,
A sad, forsaken bride.
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Yet give his heart to gold;
Far, far in search of wealth to rove,
O'er fearful billows roll'd?
“O happy day that made thee mine,
Uniting love so true!
O mournful day that made me thine,
To bid a long adieu!
While yet the sprightly dance and lay
We hear upon the plain,
The seaman's signal bids away—
My husband ploughs the main.
Uniting love so true!
O mournful day that made me thine,
To bid a long adieu!
While yet the sprightly dance and lay
We hear upon the plain,
The seaman's signal bids away—
My husband ploughs the main.
“What dazzling scheme or magic shore
Could tempt thee thus to roam,
Preferring dangers, dross, and ore,
To happiness at home?
What envious hope's alluring lie
Impell'd thee hence to run?
To thee unknown a mother I,
And born unseen thy son.
Could tempt thee thus to roam,
Preferring dangers, dross, and ore,
To happiness at home?
What envious hope's alluring lie
Impell'd thee hence to run?
To thee unknown a mother I,
And born unseen thy son.
“This lovely boy renews my pangs,
And seems to share them too:
While round me thus he crying hangs,
He calls, my Love, on you,
Can India's wealth my tears repay,
Or ease one anxious fear?
O! then return; chase gloom away,
And seek your treasures here.”
And seems to share them too:
While round me thus he crying hangs,
He calls, my Love, on you,
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Or ease one anxious fear?
O! then return; chase gloom away,
And seek your treasures here.”
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