Read Ebook: Turkish fairy tales and folk tales by K Nos Ign Cz Compiler Levetus Celia Illustrator Bain R Nisbet Robert Nisbet Translator

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Her dreary moments, who can tell, Till Blaisot met her view; They wept, they sigh'd, when Annettes knell Proclaim'd their last adieu.

Then from her neck, a cross she took, And gave it kisses three; Receive from one, by hope forsook, A gift design'd for thee.

He trembling took the proffer'd prize, Forebodings shook his frame; A flood of tears bedim'd his eyes, He bless'd the givers name.

With down cast look, and heavy heart, He homeward bent his way; He tax'd the fates, that love could part, Or cause such sad dismay.

Just as he reached his Fathers cot, The once abode of rest; His nature ev'ry care forgot, He sank by grief opprest.

And has his form extended lay, The cross was fair to view; The Magpie seiz'd it for his prey, And to the Abbey flew.

His worships clerk observ'd the theft, And told him of his loss; The dormant youth was now bereft Of reason and his cross.

Now swiftly to the spot he flew, The Abbey enter'd soon; His valu'd cross, now met his view, With it, the fork and spoon.

With joy he seized the stolen plate, His bliss, what tongue can tell; He wonder'd, gaz'd, till rous'd by fate, And Annette's dying knell.

In solemn state, Annette was led, Towards the fatal spot; All pray'd a blessing on her head, Her guilt they all forgot.

Old Gerard sought in vain to spare Her life, her destin'd fate; When Blaisot entered in dispair, And shew'd the stollen plate.

A shout of joy, now rent the sky, Old Gerard join'd the pair; Erect they stand, who guilt defy, The guilty do not dare,

Before the sun, with bended knee, They sank with awful fear; With praises to their Lord's decree, They sought their cottage cheer.

Her Father, he now met their view, Past cares they all defied; The maid was spar'd, her virtue too, The Magpie 'twas that died.

L. H. Cox, Printer, 17, Black Friars Road.