THE MANDRAKE, 
That garden’s lord was a learned man,— 
It is of an ancient time we tell,— 
He was grim and stern, with a visage wan, 
And had books which only he could spell. 
He had been a monk in his younger days, 
They said, and travelled by land and _ sea, 
And now, in his old, ancestral place, 
He was come to study in privacy. 
