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Some heard a voice in Branksome Hall,
Some saw a sight, not seen by all;
That dreadful voice was heard by some,
Cry, with loud summons, " Gylbin, Come!" And on the spot where burst the brand,
Just where the Page had flung him down, Some saw an arm, and some a hand, And some the waving of a gown.
The guests in silence prayed and shook,
And terror dimmed each lofty look.
But none of all the astonished train
Was so dismayed as Deloraine;
His blood did freeze, his brain did burn,
'Twas feared his mind would ne'er return;
* The Isle of Man. See Note.
That he had seen, right certainly, A shape with amice wrapped around, With a wrought Spanish baldric bound,
Like pilgrim from beyond the sea; And knew—but how it mattered not— It was the wizard, Michael Scott.
The anxious crowd, with horror pale,
No sound was made, no word was spoke,
Till noble Angus silence broke;
Did to St Bride of Douglas make,
That he a pilgrimage would take
To Melrose Abbey, lor the sake
Then each, to ease his troubled breast,
To some blessed saint his prayers addressed; Some to St Modan made their vows,
Some to St Mary of the Lowes,
Some to the Holy Rood of Lisle,
Some to Our Lady of the Isle;
Each did his patron witness make,
That he such pilgrimage would take,
And Monks should sing, and bells should toll,
All for the weal of Michael's soul.
While vows were ta'en, and prayers were prayed,
'Tis said the noble Dame, dismayed,
Renounced, for aye, dark magic's aid.
Blessed Teviot's Flower, and Cranstoun's heir
More meet it were to mark the day
When pilgrim-chiefs, in sad array,
With naked foot, and sackcloth vest,
Did every pilgrim go j
Through all the lengthened row:
Forgotten their renown;
And there they kneeled them down:
Beneath the lettered stones were laid
And slow up the dim aisle afar,
In long procession came;
With the Redeemer's name:
And blessed them as they kneeled;
And fortunate in field.