Colonial Genealogy 



In the corn fields here and there 

 Scarlet poppies flame and flare; 

 From the hawthorn's greenery 

 Sweet the thrush's call to thee, 

 And the skylark soaring high 

 Trills his anthem to the sky 

 Lady Alice Courteney, 

 Fair are Devon fields in May! 



See I from the turret-tower 



Where my lady has her bower, 



Far beyond the castle walls 



Slope the green fields toward the south: 



There thy river finds its mouth 



And the great sea swells and falls, 



There the salt white spray is thrown 



O'er the rocks of Eddystone ; 



While above the curving bay 



In its terraces of gray 



Stern and stolid Plymouth town 



Watches with ascetic frown 



All that come and all that go 



On the blue waves to and fro, 



To the line of hills that rise 



Faint against the southern skies, 



Where the alien people be - 



The white cliffs of Brittany! 



All this have I seen today, 

 Lady Alice Courteney, 

 As it chanced thy Norman name 

 On the page before me came: 

 What but name is left to thee? 

 What is such a name to me? 



Lady Alice Courteney, 



Thou hast lived and loved for me. 



(Fairer thou than any rose 



That in Devon s garden grows!} 



Lady, thou wert made for Love, 



Love had much to give to thee. 



