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BLUE GRASS BALLADS
Yet the gentlest hand may guide him As it did the knights of old.
His ancestors had been the friends
Of noble lords and kings, And from the days of errantry
Their fame the poet sings. In love and war, and in the chase,
In castle, town and home, 'Twas known before the Caesars,
Or a hierarch of Rome.
See where he stands and waits for me;
Now glancing through the trees, And 'cross the verdant meadow lands,
Whence comes the odor'd breeze That blows aslant his ebon hairó
Good-bye; his call I heed, For he's my friend, that's well belovedó
My gallant, high-bred steed.
THE RIFLE IN THE HALL.
From the days of Boone and Kenton, In "the Dark and Bloody Ground,"
To the days when homes and gardens In the blue-grass land abound ;
Since it sent its leaden messengers To bring the savage down,