The Serfs  ^v are glad through Lara's wide domain,  ⁴

And Slavery half forgets her feudal chain;

He, their unhoped, but unforgotten lord,

The long self-exiled Chieftain, is restored:

There be bright faces in the busy hall,

Bowls on the board, and banners on the wall;

Far checkering o'er the pictured window, plays

The unwonted faggot's hospitable blaze;

And gay retainers gather round the hearth,

With tongues all loudness, and with eyes all mirth. 10