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60 A mother's sad reproachful eye,

A father's scowling brow—

But he may frown and she may sigh:

I will not break my vow!

I love my mother, I revere

My sire, but fear not me—

Believe that Death alone can tear

This faithful heart from thee.

.

GILBERT.

I.

THE GARDEN.

the city hung the moon,

Right o'er a plot of ground

Where flowers and orchard-trees were fenced

With lofty walls around:

'Twas Gilbert's garden—there, to-night

Awhile he walked alone;

And, tired with sedentary toil,

Mused where the moonlight shone.