'O, enter not in judgment, Lord, 'Forbear, my child, this desperate woe, ‘O mother, mother, what is bliss? Wild she arraigns the eternal doom, 1 She beat her breast, she wrung her hands Till sun and day were o'er, › And through the glimmering lattice shote The twinking of the star. Then, crash! the beavy drawbridge fell The hoof of courser rung. Dhe cland of scdoing steel was heard And das and M's knock-tap! taj And round her darling William's waist And, hurry! hurry! off they rode, Spurned from the courser's thundering heels The flashing pebbles flee. 150 And on the right and on the left, 'Sit fast-dost fear? The moon shines clear Fleet goes my barb-keep hold! Fear'st thou ?' "O no' she faintly said; 'But why so stern and cold? 'What yonder rings? what yonder sings? gray ?' 'With song and clang at morrow's dawn Ye may inter the dead : To-night I ride with my young bride 160 'Come with thy choir, thou coffined guest, Come, priest, to bless our marriage feast! Ceased clang and song; down sunk the The shrouded corpse arose : And forward! forward! on they go ; 'O William, why this savage haste? 170 180 Enough for 'No room for me?' " both; Speed, speed, my barb, thy course!' O'er thundering bridge, through boiling Barb! Barb! I smell the morning air; surge, He drove the furious horse. The race is well-nigh done.' Tramp! tramp! along the land they rode, Splash! splash! along the sea ; The scourge is red, the spur drops blood, Hurrah! hurrah! well ride the dead; Reluctant on its rusty hinge And by the pale moon's setting beam 230 bi Wheel round the maid in dismal dance, And howl the funeral song; 240 250 260 Revere the doom of Heaven, Her soul is from her body reft; Her spirit be forgiven!' 10 The beams of God's own hallowed day But still the Wildgrave onward rides ; Who was each stranger, left and right, The right-hand horseman, young and fair, He waved his huntsman's cap on high, 19 Cease thy loud bugle's changing knell,' day the ill-omened chase forbear, y, and sweep the glades along!' 10 The Wildgrave spurred his ardent steed, And, launching forward with a bound, 40 20 A stag more white than mountain snow; And louder rung the Wildgrave's horn, 'Hark forward, forward holla, ho!') A heedless wretch has crossed the way; A field with autumn's blessings crowned; 'O mercy, mercy, noble lord! Spare the poor's pittance,' was his cry, 'Earned by the sweat these brows have poured In scorching hour of fierce July.' Earnest the right-hand stranger pleads, Away, thou hound so basely born, 'Hark forward, forward! holla, ho!' So said, so done :-A single bound 70 80 And man and horse, and hound and horn, 'The meanest brute has rights to plead, Which, wronged by cruelty or pride, Draw vengeance on the ruthless head: Be warned at length and turn aside.' Still the fair horseman anxious pleads; The black, wild whooping, points the prey : Alas! the Earl no warning heeds, Holy or not, or right or wrong, Thy altar and its rites I spurn; Not sainted martyrs' sacred song, Not God himself shall make me turn!' He spurs his horse, he winds his horn, And horse and man, and horn and hound, And clamor of the chase, was gone; For hoofs and howls and bugle-sound, A deadly silence reigned alone. Wild gazed the affrighted Earl around; No distant baying reached his ears; Save what a distant torrent gave. High o'er the sinner's humbled head At length the solemn silence broke; And from a cloud of swarthy red The awful voice of thunder spoke. 'Oppressor of creation fair! Apostate Spirits' hardened tool! Scorner of God! Scourge of the poor! The measure of thy cup is full. 'Be chased forever through the wood Forever roam the affrighted wild; And let thy fate instruct the proud, God's meanest creature is His chil 1 |