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THE HERON. 
Still wandering over cultured fields, 
Or ’mid the human throng, 
Come back the feudal castle, 
The harper and his song. 
And it is pleasant thus to dream 
In this kingdom of the free, 
Now laws are strong and roads are good, 
Of outlaw ’neath his tree. 
Now knowledge falls like sunshine, 
And peace walks in our towns— 
Oh pleasant are the feudal days 
And the bloody strife of crowns ! 
Then hail to thee, old Heron! 
Flit on to lakes and streams ; 
And by their waters dreaming, 
Still prompt these pleasant dreams ! 
