Ne're forget your heritage,
'Tis but a fool that would.
Yon fear to hold within thy soul,
in days of yore one could.
Is not the gentle pristine prod
in prolific pulsing pound,
only but, when we forgot
each wavered beating sound?
'Tis not a soothing simple sigh,
nor mere staple that I seek...
For what is taught can not be bought
if all that's learned is bleak.
When all my days bid fond adieu
the past I shall recall;
And in this heart will beat anew,
the love of Haggard's Halls..
Ref: Haggard's Halls ( XII )
