Jan. 30, 1864.]
ONCE A WEEK.
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THE LADY OF THE GRANGE.
In spring-time, with its opening flowers,
In summer, when the woods are fair,
In autumn, with its blust'ring showers,
In winter, when the trees are bare,
From the morn till day is gone,
Like a statue carved from stone,
Sits a lady, sad and lone;
Sits watching, with a steadfast air,
Until the ev'ning light has flown,
From day to day, without a change,
Monotonous, and still the same;
And she is known by this one name—
"The pale-faced Lady of the Grange."
VOL. X.
No. 240.
