She sought her boy in castle-tower and wood; But he was not in nursery nor in hall— When ’neath the casement’s lofty sash she stood, And heard his gentle voice upon her call. Sprung from his nurse’s arms in gamesome brawl, Next moment on the ground he bit the soil, Roll’d up, then to his little limbs ’gan crawl, Look’d in his mother’s face with playful smile, And rose—a miracle! unhurt the Young Argyle!