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And once as he was working near the cell
Leoni doted on the youth, and now
His love grew desperate; and defying death,
'Tis a sweet tale.
And what became of him?
He went on ship-board,
With those bold voyagers who made discovery Of golden lands. Leoni's younger brother
Went likewise; and when he returned to Spain,
He told Leoni, that the poor mad youth,
Soon after they arrived in that new world,
And, all alone, set sail by silent moonlight
And ne'er was heard of more: but 'tis supposed
There is a Thorn-it looks so old,
In truth, you'd find it hard to say How it could ever have been young— It looks so old and gray.
Not higher than a two years' child
It is a mass of knotted joints,
It stands erect, and like a stone
With lichens it is overgrown.