Francis T. Palgrave, ed. (1824–1897). The Golden Treasury. 1875.
William Drummond of Hawthornden LXI. Saint John BaptistT
Girt with rough skins, hies to the deserts wild,
Among that savage brood the woods forth bring,
Which he more harmless found than man, and mild.
With honey that from virgin hives distill’d;
Parch’d body, hollow eyes, some uncouth thing
Made him appear, long since from earth exiled.
On God, with me amidst these deserts mourn,
Repent, repent, and from old errors turn!
—Who listen’d to his voice, obey’d his cry?
Rung from their flinty caves, Repent! Repent!