Then in broad lustre shall be shewn That mighty trench of living stone, And each huge trunk that, from the side, Reclines him o'er the darksome tide, Where Tees, full many a fathom low, Wears with his rage no common foe ; III. Nor Tees alone, in dawning bright, Shall rush upon the ravished sight; But many a tributary stream Each from its own dark dell shall gleam: And Balder, named from Odin's son ; And Greta, to whose banks ere long We lead the lovers of the song ; Who in that dim-wood glen hath strayed, Yet longed for Roslin's magic glade? Who, wandering there, hath sought to change Even for that vale so stern and strange, Where Cartland's crags, fantastic rent, Through her green copse like spires are sent ? Yet, Albin, yet the praise be thine, Thy scenes and story to combine ! Thou bid'st him, who by Roslin strays, List to the deeds of other days; 'Mid Cartland's crags thou showest the cave, The refuge of thy champion brave ; Giving each rock its storied tale, Pouring a lay for every dale, 6 1 Knitting, as with a moral band, Thy native legends with thy land, To lend each scene the interest high IV. Bertram awaited not the sight Which sun-rise shews from Barnard's height, But from the towers, preventing day, With Wilfrid took his early way, While misty dawn, and moon-beam pale, By Barnard's bridge of stately stone, Their winding path then eastward cast, Each on his own deep visions bent, Silent and sad they onward went. Well may you think that Bertram's mood To Wilfrid savage seemed and rude ; Well may you think, bold Risingham Such uncongenial souls between. V. Stern Bertram shunned the nearer way, Free for a space and unconfined, As, 'scaped from Brignal's dark wood glen, What now of all your toils are known? To Bertram were addressed in vain. VI. Of different mood, a deeper sigh O then, though Spenser's self had strayed Of fancy, all its charms to show, Pointing the stream rejoicing free, Flashing her sparkling waves abroad, |