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Title: Sir Rae. A poem ..
Year: 1877 (1870s)
Authors: Toland, M. B. M. (Mary Bertha McKenzie), 1825?-1895
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Publisher: Philadelphia, J.B. Lippincott & Co.
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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Maidee, I presume?By promise to Sir Rae Ive come.How generous of my cousin RaeTo think of you, when sent awayTo cure him of his boyish love.Which we, of course, do not approve!He told me all: your lowly lot.Your poverty, the haunted cot; 6 41 42 SIR RAE. The witch, your mother; but Ive comeTo offer you a pleasant home.One of my maids is now quite ill,I think that you her place can fill. XXV. Hot blushes flushed oer Maidees face,Then deathly pallor took their place;Her wounded feelings she would hide,As, with a trembling voice, replied, Sir Rae was kind to think of me.But what you offer cannot be.I thank you, lady, all the same.And blush that I have been to blame.As children we have met each day. And grown to love, as children love.For this he has been sent away; And, your forgiving heart to prove.You offer me a servants place. Ill prove as noble in my strength.And lift the shadow, that no trace Of my existence may at lengthRestore Sir Rae, for I shall goWhere he nor his may ever know.
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HERE IN THIS BOX ON WHICH I SITIS HER RICH TROUSSEAU PACKD AWAY. Page 32. 5/Ji RAE. XXVI. 45 The lady urged up Dapple Gray, But he refused to go away. Quickly to Maidees side he sped, Laid on her arm his graceful head, While with his soft, brown, gazelle eyes Looked into hers with pained surprise. What wonder, then, her wounded pride Yielded to love, and by his side She fondly stood caressing him. The Lady Margerys eyes grew dim In sympathy, while watching there The fond caress of that strange pair. Lady, excuse me ; Dapple Gray Ive seen and petted every day. Would you object that I should twine Around his neck this flowering vine ? I thank you, lady; now good-by. Sweet pet, whose love and sympathy Have warmed my heart, once more adieu. Gathering her dress from falling dew, She left the glen and hurried on. As if the day and life were one.

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