Twas there of just and good he reason'd strong, There taught us how to live; and (oh! too high Thou hill, whofe brow the antique ftructures grace, Thefe Thefe words divine, which, on his death-bed laid, To thee, O Craggs, th' expiring fage convey'd, Great, but ill-omen'd monument of fame, Nor he furviv'd to give, nor thou to claim. And clofe to his, how foon! thy coffin lies. III. Ah! have you feen a lily pale When beating rains defcend? So droop'd this flow-confuming maid, Her life now near its end. By Lucy warn'd, of flatt'ring fwains Three times all in the dead of night, The raven flap'd his wing. Full well the love-lorn maiden knew "I hear a voice you cannot hear, "That cries, I must not stay; "I fee a hand you cannot fee, "That beckons me away. VIII. " Of VIII. "Of a false fwain and broken heart, "In early youth I die; “Am I to blame, because the bride Is twice as rich as I? IX. "Ah, COLIN, give not her thy vows, "Vows due to me alone! "Nor thou, rash girl, receive his kiss, "Nor think him all thy own! X. "To-morrow in the church to wed "Impatient both prepare: "But know, false man, and know, fond maid, "Poor Lucy will be there. XI. "Then bear my corfe, ye comrades dear, "The bridegroom blithe to meet; “He in his wedding-trim so gay, "I in my winding sheet." She fpake, she dy'd, her corse was borne, The bridegroom blithe to meet He in his wedding trim fo gay, She in her winding sheet. XIII. What XIII. What then were COLIN's dreadful thoughts ; The bride-men flock'd round Lucy dead, Compaffion, fhame, remorfe, despair, The damps of death bedew'd his brow, From the vain bride, a bride no more, When, ftrétch'd beside her rival's corse, XVI. He to his Lucy's new-made grave, In the fame mould, beneath one fod, XVII. Oft at this place the constant hind And plighted maid are seen; XVIII. But, |