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I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And Slavery half forgets her feudal chain; He, their unhoped, but unforgotten lord, The long self-exiled chieftain is restored : There be bright faces in the busy hall,
5 Bowls on the board, and banners on the wall; Far checkering o'er the pictured window, plays The unwonted faggots' hospitable blaze; And gay retainers gather round the hearth, With tongues all loudness, and with eyes all mirth.
Left by his sire, too young such loss to know,
And Lara left in youth his father-land;