Hope nothing, I repeat; for we But look not for me when I am gone, All prayers for this cause, or for that! For we must fall, both we and ours, This mansion and these pleasant bowers, Be parted from his ancient ground : The blast will sweep us all away, One desolation, one decay! And even this Creature!" which words saying, He pointed to a lovely Doe, A few steps distant, feeding, straying; Fair creature, and more white than snow! "Even she will to her peaceful woods Return, and to her murmuring floods, He kissed the consecrated Maid; CANTO THIRD. Now joy for you who from the towers Proclaim it, let your Masters hear The watchmen from their station high Said fearless Norton to the pair Their hearts are with you: hill and dale Have helped us: Ure we crossed, and Swale, And horse and harness followed, The best part of their Yeomanry! see Stand forth, my Sons!-these eight are mine, Whom to this service I commend ; These will be faithful to the end; |