[Variant 13:

1845.

... would ... 1842.]


[Variant 14:

1845.

... summer ... 1842.]


[Variant 15:

1845.

The suns of twenty summers danced along,--
Ah! little marked, how fast they rolled away:
Then rose a mansion proud our woods among,
And cottage after cottage owned its sway,
No joy to see a neighbouring house, or stray
Through pastures not his own, the master took;
My Father dared his greedy wish gainsay;
He loved his old hereditary nook,
And ill could I the thought of such sad parting brook. 1798.

Then rose a stately hall our woods among, 1800.