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 In deep revolving thought he stood

And mused a little space,

Then raised fair Emmeline from the ground

Wi’ mony a fond embrace.

Here, take her, Child of Elle, he said,

And gave her lily hand;

Here, take my dear and only child,

And with her half my land:

Thy father once mine honour wrong’d

In days of youthful pride;

Do thou the injury repair

In fondness for thy bride:

And as thou love and hold her dear,

Heaven prosper thee and thine:

And now my blessing wend wi’ thee

My lovely Emmeline.