THE ECHO

Through the lonely mountain land

There rode a cavalier.

“Oh ride I to my darling's arms,

Or to the grave so drear?”

The Echo answered clear,

“The grave so drear.”

So onward rode the cavalier

And clouded was his brow.

“If now my hour be truly come,

Ah well, it must be now!”

The Echo answered low,

“It must be now.”