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“ To-night will be a stormy night
You to the Town must go;
And take a lantern, Child, to light
Your Mother through the snow."

That, Father! will I gladly do; 'Tis scarcely afternoonThe Minster-clock has just struck two, And yonder is the Moon."

At this the Father raised his hook
And snapped a faggot-band;
He plied his work, and Lucy took
The lantern in her hand.

Not blither is the mountain roe :
With many a wanton stroke
Her feet disperse the powdery snow,
That rises up like smoke.

The storm came on before its time :
She wandered up

and down; And many a hill did Lucy climb, But never reached the Town,

The wretched Parents all that night
Went shouting far and wide;
But there was neither sound nor sight
To serve them for a guide.

At day-break on a hill they stood
That overlooked the Moor ;
And thence they saw the Bridge of wood,
A furlong from their door.

And now they homeward turned, and cried * In Heaven we all shall meet!”

-When in the snow the Mother spied The print of Lucy's feet.

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Then downward from the steep hill's edge
They tracked the footmarks small;
And through the broken hawthorn-hedge,
And by the long stone-wall:

And then an open field they crossed :
The marks were still the same;
They tracked them on, nor ever lost;
And to the Bridge they came.

They followed from the snowy bank
The footmarks, one by one,
Into the middle of the plank;
And further there was none.

-Yet some maintain that to this day
She is a living Child;
That you may see sweet Lucy Gray
Upon the lonesome Wild.

O'er rough and smooth she trips along,
And never looks behind;
And sings a solitary song
That whistles in the wind.

"T'is said, that some have died for love :
And here and there a church-yard grave is found
In the cold North's unhallowed ground,
Because the wretched Man himself had slain,
His love was such a grievous pain.
And there is one whom I five years have known;

He dwells alone

Upon Helvellyn's side:
He loved the pretty Barbara died,
And thus he makes his moan :
Three

years had Barbara in her grave been laid When thus his moan he made :

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