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That day of wrath, that dreadful day,
When heaven and earth shall pass away,
What power shall be the sinner's stay ?
How shall he meet that dreadful day :

When, shrivelling like a parched scroll,
The flaming heaven's together roll;
When louder yet, and yet more dread,
Swells the high trump that wakes the dead ;

O ! on that day, that wrathful day,
When man to judgement wakes from clay,
The thou the trembling sinner's stay,
Though heaven and earth shall pass away 1

, so

w Hush ED is the harp–the minstrel gone. And did he wander forth alone : Alone, in indigence and age, To linger out his pilgrimage 2 No–close beneath proud Newark's tower, Arose the minstrel's lowly bower;


A simple hut ; but there was seen
The little garden hedged with green,
The cheerful hearth and lattice clean.
There sheltered wanderers, by the blaze,
Oft heard the tale of other days ;
For much he loved to ope his door,
And give the aid he begged before.
So passed the winter's day; but still,
When summer smiled on sweet Bow-hill,
And July's eve, with balmy breath,
Waved the blue bells on Newark heath ;.
When throstles sung on Hare-head shaw,
And grain waved green on Carterhaugh,
And flourished, broad, Blackandro's oak,
The aged Harper's soul awoke
Then would he sing achievments high,.
And circumstance of chivalry,
Till the rapt traveller would stay,
Forgetful of the closing day;
And noble youths, the strain to hear,
Forsook the hunting of the deer ;
And Yarrow as he rolled along,
Bore burden to the minstrel's song,

N O T E S.

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