But that was long gone by: and waste and war,
And civil strife more ruthless still than they,
Had quenched the lustre of Glen-Lynden's star,
Which glimmered now, with dim reclining ray,
O'er this secluded spot,—sole remnant of their sway.
Lynden's lord, and possessor of this tower, is now "a grave, mild, husbandman," and his wife—
She he loved in youth and loved alone,
Was his.
And now his pleasant home and pastoral farm