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Long musing on these wondrous signs, At length to rest the squire reclines,
Broken and short; for still, between,
Would dreams of terror intervene :
Eustace did ne'er so blithely mark
The first notes of the morning lark.
END OF CANTO THIRD.
JAMES SKENE, ESQ.
Ashestiel, Ettricke Forest.
An ancient minstrel sagely said,
66 Where is the life which late we led ?"
That motley clown, in Arden wood,
Since we have known each other well;
Since, riding side by side, our hand
First drew the voluntary brand;