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He watches from his mountain walls,

And like a thunderbolt he falls.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson

117

As I was walking all alane,

I heard twa corbies making a mane,

And tane unto the tither say:—

"Where sall we gang and dine to-day?"

"—In behint yon auld fail dyke,[71]

I wat there lies a new-slain Knight;

And naebody kens that he lies there

But his hawk, his hound, and lady fair.

"His hound is to the hunting gane,

His hawk to fetch the wild-fowl hame,

His lady's ta'en another mate,

So we may mak our dinner sweet.

"Ye'll sit on his white hause-bane,

And I'll pick out his bonnie blue een.

Wi' ae lock o' his gowden hair

We'll theek[72] our nest when it grows bare.

"Mony a one for him maks mane,

But nane sall ken where he is gane.

O'er his white banes, where they are bare,

The wind sall blaw for evermair."

118

Christ of His gentleness

Thirsting and hungering

Walked in the wilderness;

Soft words of grace He spoke

Unto lost desert-folk

That listened wondering.

He heard the bitterns call