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The lark will make her hymn to God, / The partridge call her brood, / While I forget the heath I trod, / The fields wherein I stood. / 'Tis dule to know not night from morn, / But deeper dule to know / I can but hear the hunter's horn / That once I used to blow. / -_The Only Son_.
It was the third day after Torpenhow's return, and his heart was heavy.