Page:The white doe of Rylstone - or, The fate of the Nortons. A poem (IA whitedoeofrylsto00wordrich).pdf/33

 If, undeceived, my skill can trace The characters of every face, There lack not strange delusion here, Conjecture vague, and idle fear, And superstitious fancies strong, Which do the gentle Creature wrong.

That bearded, staff-supported Sire, (Who in his youth had often fed Full cheerily on convent-bread, And heard old tales by the convent-fire, And lately hath brought home the scars Gathered in long and distant wars) That Old Man-studious to expound The spectacle-hath mounted high To days of dim antiquity; When Lady Aäliza mourned Her Son, and felt in her despair, The pang of unavailing prayer;