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“I used to see along the stream
The white sail sailing down, That wafted food in better times
To yonder peaceful town.
“ Henry! I never now behold
The white sail sailing down ;
Destroy that wretched town.
“ I used to hear the traveller's voice
As here he past along,
Singing her even song.
“ No traveller's voice may now be heard,
In fear he hastens by,
“ I used to see the youths row down
And watch the dripping oar, As pleasantly their viol's tones
Came soften'd to the shore.
“ King Henry, many a blacken’d corpse
I now see floating down !
And leave this leager'd town.”
“ I shall go on,” King Henry cried,
“ And conquer this good land, Seest thou not, Hermit, that the Lord
Hath given it to my hand ?”
The Hermit heard King Henry speak,
And angrily look'd down ;.. His face was gentle, and for that
More solemn was his frown.
• What if no miracle from heaven
The murderer's arm controul,
Lies lighter on his soul ?
“ Thou conqueror King, repent in time
Or dread the coming woe !
And soon shalt feel the blow!"
King Henry forced a careless smile,
As the Hermit went his way; But Henry soon remember'd him
Upon his dying day.
OF A YOUNG MAN THAT WOULD READ UNLAWFUL
BOOKS, AND HOW HE WAS PUNISHED.
VERY PITHY AND PROFITABLE.
CORNELIUS Agrippa went out one day,
“ And if any one ask my Study to see,
There lived a young man in the house, who in vain
On the Study-table a book there lay,
And these horrible leaves of magic between
The young man, he began to read
And more and more the knocking grew,