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Beneath that tree, while yet it was a tree,
And whistled, as he were a bird himself:
Lived chiefly at the Convent or the Castle.
So he became a very learned youth.
A fever seized him, and he made confession
And cast into that cell. My husband's father
And once as he was working near the cell
He heard a voice distinctly; 'twas the youth's,
Who sang a doleful song about green fields,
How sweet it were on lake or wild savannah,
To hunt for food, and be a naked man,
And wander up and down at liberty.
Leoni doted on the youth, and now
His lore grew desperate; and defying death,
He made that cunning entrance I described:
And the young man escaped.
He went on ship-board,
With those bold voyagers who made discovery
Of golden lands. Leoni's younger brother
Went likewise; and when he returned to Spain,
He told Leoni, that the poor mad youth, Vol. i. e 1
Soon after they arrived in that new world,