Nor let there story be,
That hawk was flown, or heron won,
Unseen, unheard, of thee!"
The boy rose up, that noble boy,
He knelt down at her knee;—
And, oh, it was a sight of joy,
That lady's joy to see!
She parted back his golden hair,
She kist his bonny brow—
"I would each mother's heart might share