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None will dwell in that cottage for they say	A
Oppression reft it from an honest man	B
And that a curse clings to it Hence the vine	C
Trails its green weight of leaves upon the ground	D
Hence weeds are in the garden hence the hedge	E
Once sweet with honey suckle is half dead	F
And hence the gray moss on the apple tree	G
One once dwelt there who in his youth	H
Had been a soldier and when many days	I
Had passed he sought his native village	J
And sat down to end his days in peace	K
He had one child a little laughing thing	L
Whose dark eyes he said were like her mother's	M
She had left buried in a strange land	N
And time went on in comfort and content	O
And that fair girl had grown far taller	P
Than the red rose tree her father planted	Q
On her first English birth day He had trained it	R
Against an ash till it became his pride	S
It was so rich in blossom and in beauty	G
It was called the tree of Isabel 'Twas an appeal	T
To all the finer feelings of the heart	U
To mark their quiet happiness their home	V
In truth the house of love and more than all	W
To see them on the Sabbath when they came	X
Among the first to church And Isabel	Y
With her bright colour and her clear blue eyes	Z
Bowed down so meekly in the house of prayer	A2
And in the hymn her sweet voice audible	B2
Her father looked so fond of her and then	C2
From her looked up so thankfully to heaven	D2
Then their small cottage was so very neat	E2
Their garden filled with fruits and flowers and herbs	F2
And in the winter there was no fireside	S
So cheerful as their own	G2
But other days	I
And other fortunes came and evil power	P
They bore against it cheerfully and hoped	H2
For better times but ruin came at last	I2
And the old soldier left his dear home	V
And left it for a prison 'Twas in June	J2
One of June's brightest days the bee the bird	K2
The butterfly were on their lightest wings	L2
The fruits had their first tinge of summer light	M2
The sunny sky the very leaves seemed glad	N2
But the old man looked back upon his cottage	J
And wept aloud They hurried him away	A
And the dear child that would not leave his side	S
They led him from the sight of the blue heaven	D2
And the green grass into a low dark cell	Y
The windows shutting out the blessed sun	D2
With iron grating and for the first time	O2
He threw him on the bed and could not hear	P2
His Isabel's good night	M2
But the next morn	Q2
She was the earliest at the prison gate	R2
The last on whom it closed and her sweet voice	S2
And sweeter smile made him forget to pine	C
She brought him every morning fresh wild flowers	M
But every morning he could mark her cheek	T2
Grow paler and more pale and her low tones	U2
Get fainter and more faint and a cold dew	V2
Was on the hand he held One day he saw	W2
The sun shine through the grating of his cell	Y
Yet Isabel came not At every sound	D
His heart beat took away his breath	X2
Yet still she came not near him One sad day	A
He marked the dull street through the iron bars	Y2
That shut him from the world At length	Z2
He saw a coffin carried carelessly along	A3
And he grew desperate He forced the bars	Y2
And he stood on the street free and alone	G2
He had no aim no wish for liberty	G
He only felt one want to see the corpse	B3
That had no mourners When they set it down	C3
Ere it was lowered into the new dug grave	D3
A rush of passion came upon his soul	E3
He tore off the lid and saw the face	F3
Of Isabel and knew he had no child	G3
He lay down by the coffin quietly	G
His heart was broken	D2

Letitia Elizabeth Landon

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