When one day (now mark me well, But say what bears him?.. 'Twas even the largest of its kind, Above the tossing surge. And this the litttle blind Boy knew: A bold thought roused him, and he took And with the happy burthen hied, And pushed it from Loch Leven's side, Stepped into it; and, without dread, Following the fancies in his head, Awhile he stood upon his feet; Had sucked, and sucked him in. THE BLIND HIGHLAND BOY. But when he was first seen, oh me, And quickly, with a silent crew, A boat is ready to pursue; And from the shore their course they take, And swiftly down the running lake They follow the blind Boy. And then, when he was brought to land, FULL six hundred years have fled, And the Abbey pile is scatter'd ; War and ruin have been spread, Blood been spilt, and keystones shatter❜d. Ivy-stalks are running over Cloister wall and oriel top; Bluebell-cups and snowy clover Tempt the first young bees to stop. High and wild the grass is growing, Where the altar shrine was raised; There the fresh Spring wind is blowing, There the wandering kine have grazed. ELIZA COOK. |