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in the breathless Hall the Minstrel sate,

And Emont's murmur mingled with the Song.—

The words of ancient time I thus translate,

A festal Strain that hath been silent long.

"From Town to Town, from Tower to Tower,

The Red Rose is a gladsome Flower.

Her thirty years of Winter past,

The Red Rose is revived at last;