Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916.
From ‘The Fair Maid of Perth’Sir Walter Scott (1771–1832)
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And look once more at all around,
At stream and bank, and sky and ground.
Thy life its final course has found,
And thou must die.
And while thy struggling pulses flutter,
Bid the grey monk his soul-mass mutter,
And the deep bell its death-tone utter—
Thy life is gone.
’Tis but a pang, and then a thrill,
A fever fit, and then a chill;
And then an end of human ill,
For thou art dead.