Minstrelsy of the Scottish border - National Library of Scotland

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442 MINSTRELSY OF
At the liollcst word, he quiver\l for ivar.
And faulterVl in the sound
And, when he would the chahce rear,
He dropped it on the ground.
" The breath of one of evil deed
" Pollutes our sacred day ;
" He has no portion in our creed,
" No part in what I say.
" A being, whom no blessed word
" To ghostly peace can bring
*' A wretch, at whose approach abhorrVi,
" Recoils each holy tiling.
" Up, up, unhappy ! haste, arise !
" My adjuration fear !
" I charge thee not to stop my voice,
" Nor longer tarry here !"
Amid them all a pilgrim kneelVl,
In gown of sackcloth gray ;
Far journeying from his native held.
He first saw Rome that day.
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