Show L I ROMANCE i I 1 i iBY BY NEIL MUNRO Old orchard crofts of Picard In the high warm winds of Tossed into blossomed billowing 3 An And spattered the thc roads with spray Over O the earth the scudding cloud clond And the time laverock la whistling high Lifted the drooping heart of the time lad At one bound hound to the sky France France and the tIle old romance Came over oyer him like a n spell Homesickness and his bis weariness I Shook from him then and fell feU For he hens was ns 3 again nin with d' d nan With nth Alan Breck and d' d dArtagnan And nd the pipes before him gleefully Were 1 ere pla playing ing the time airs of Pan I Through dust that in a n. mist From under the tramping feet feel He ITe saw old stOl storied places dim In rn the haze of the time summer heat Menace and amid ambush wounds and amid death Lurked in time the ditch and wood But he hi high breasted breasted h-breasted walked in joy With ith a glorious multitude Great Grent hearts that never nc perish Nor grow old with the aches of tim time Marched through h the morning morning- with him All An in a n. magic clime But loved lo of all nil was wn d dArtagnan And Alan time the kith of kin kings s Fond comrades of his childhoods childhood's days das Still on their wanderings From miry clefts of the time wintry plain He leapt with his platoon The morion on his forehead And nd the tIme soul of him him 3 at t noon noon t With ith head high to the hurricane He lIe walked and in in his breast 1 He knew himself immortal 1 And that death wa was but hut a n jest A A. smile was on his visage When hen they found him where he be fell The TIme gallant llant old companions In an au amaranthine dell deli Lad o 0 my ray heart JJ cried Alan Breck Brock Well r en done thy first campaign Sleep Sheep thou till morn morEl said sani dArtagnan dArta When hen wo we three march mardi again 0 In In Blackwood's s 's Magazine 1 1 I S t. t |