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 And now for many days round Ragnor's Towers, Life flowed in mirth away. "Let feast and song," Sir Harold said, "have free unbounded sway; For grief and gloom have lorded here too long. Let joy now rule the day and strew her path with flowers!" 

And now for many days round Ragnor's Towers,

Life flowed in mirth away.

"Let feast and song,"

Sir Harold said, "have free unbounded sway;

For grief and gloom have lorded here too long.

 And yet a year, the joy-bells ring again; For sons are born to sires Of knightly fame. Once more the swains, light up the beacon fires; Old Hastyngs flashed to Normanhurst the flame; For Harold had to Eric given Ruth's hand and Ralph's domain. 

And yet a year, the joy-bells ring again;

For sons are born to sires

Of knightly fame.

Once more the swains, light up the beacon fires;

Old Hastyngs flashed to Normanhurst the flame;

 

 VALE! 

 

 Prev. P 54/54