PIG ESE ey: 1039 
XI. 
The moon on the east oriel shone, 
Through slender shafts of shapely stone, 
By foliaged tracery combined ; 
Thou wouldst have thought some fairy’s hand 
»Twixt poplars straight the ozier wand, 
In many a freakish knot, had twined ; 
Then framed a spell, when the work was done, 
And changed the willow wreaths to stone. — 
The silver light so pale and faint, — 
Shewed many a prophet, and many a saint, 
Whose image on the glass was dyed ; 
Full in the midst, his cross of red 
Triumphant Michael brandjshed, 
And trampled the apostate’s pride. 
The moon-beam kissed the holy pane, 
And threw on the pavement a bloody stain. 
: XIf. 
They sate them down on a marble stone, 
A Scottish monarch slept below ; 
Thus spoke the monk, in solemn tone :— 
‘© T was not always a man of woe; 
For Paynim countries I have trod, 
And fought beneath the Cross of God ; 
Now, strange to mine eyes thine arms appear, 
And their iron clang sounds strange to my ear. 
XIIT, 
“¢ In these far climes, it was my lot 
To mect the wond’rous Michael Scott ; 
A wizard of such dreaded fame, | 
That when, in Salamanca’s cave, 
Hlim listed his magic wand to wave, 
The bells would ring in Notre Dame! 
Some of his skill he taught to me; 
And, warrior, I could say to thee 
The words that cleft Eildon hills in three, 
And bridled the Tweed with a curb of stone: 
But to speak them were a deadly sin ; 
' And for having but thought them my heart within, 
A treble penance must be done. 
ff: RAiV. 
<< When Michael lay on his dying bed, 
His conscience was awakened ; 
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