There was a time I thought of mine only Could it be occurred to me while lonely I was noble personage Born to beautify the page If I used time to set it down There was a time I thought of mine only Could it be occurred to me while lonely I was of high lineage Cast up in a dreadful age Born to be the hermit of my line On a windy Saturday St. Alban's market day Little did I know The work I was to do Or the love I had to show
Written by: DONOVAN LEITCH
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