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And scarcely an accent meets his ear
 But the voices of praise and love;
Caress' and caressing, he lives in the world
 Like a petted and beautiful dove.

He is born to bear the high command
Of the richest domain in Switzerland;
And the vassals pray that fame and health
May bless the child of rank and wealth.
Oh! truly does every lip declare
What a cherub-like boy is Lord Tracy's heir.
 

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And now on the green and sedgy bank
 Another stripling form is seen:
His garb is rough, his halloo loud;
 He is no baron's heir, I ween.

Know ye him not?—'tis the mountain child,
Born and rear'd 'mid the vast and wild;
And a brighter being ne'er woke to the day
Than the herdsman's son, young Hubert Grey.

There's a restless flashing in his eye,
 That lights up every glance;
And now he tracks the wheeling bird;
And now he scans the distant herd;
And now he turns from earth and sky,
 To watch where the waters dance.

A ruddy tinge of glowing bronze
 Upon his face is set;
Closely round his temples cling
 Thick locks of shaggy jet.

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