The Children of the Abbey: A Tale (Classic Reprint)

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Yellow sheaves from rich Ceres the cottage had crown'd,
green rushes were strew'd on the floor,
The casements sweet woodbine crept wanton! round.
And deck'd The sod seats at the door.

Hail, sweet asylum of my infancy! Content and innocence reside beneath your humble roof, and Charity unboastful of the good it renders. Hail, ye venerable trees! my happiest hours of childish gaiety were passed beneath your shelter; then careless as the birds that sung upon your boughs, I laughed the hours away, nor knew of evil.

Here surely I shall be guarded from duplicity, and, if not happy at least in some degree tranquil. Here unmolested may I wait, til the rude storm of sorrow is overblown, and my fathers arms are again expanded to receive me.

Such were the words of Amanda, as the chaise (which she ha hired at a neighbouring village on quitting the mail) turned down i. little verdant lane, almost darkened by old trees, whose interwoved branches allowed her scarcely a glimpse of her nurses cottage, til she had reached the door.

A number of tender recollections rushing upon her mind, rendered her almost unable to alight; but her nurse and her husband, who had been impatiently watching foi the arrival of their fondling, assist.

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