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When passing through this narrow strait, (Stony and dark and desolate,) Benjamin can faintly hear A voice that comes from some one near : A female voice: “ Whoe'er you be, Stop,” it exclaimed, “ and pity me." And, less in pity than in wonder, Amid the darkness and the thunder, The Waggoner, with prompt command, Summons his horses to a stand.
The voice, to move commiseration,
While this was said, with sobs between,
Another voice in tone as hoarse As a swoln brook with rugged course, Cried out, “Good brother, why so fast ? I've had a glimpse of you
- avast! Or, since it suits you to be civil, Take her at once
for good and evil !"
“ It is my Husband," softly said The Woman, as if half afraid : By this time she was snug within, Through help of honest Benjamin ; She and her Babe, which to her breast With thankfulness the mother pressed; And now the same strong voice more near Said, cordially, “ My Friend, what cheer? Rough doings these! as God's my judge, The sky owes somebody a grudge ! We've had in half an hour or less A twelve-month's terror and distress !"
Then Benjamin entreats the Man
To courteous Benjamin replied,
you your way, and mind not me;
The Waggon moves - and with its load Descends along the sloping road ; And to a little tent hard by Turns the Sailor instantly; For when, at closing-in of day, The Family had come that way, Green pasture and the soft warm air Had tempted them to settle there. -Green is the grass for beast to graze, Around the stones of Dunmail-raise !
The Sailor gathers up his bed, Takes down the canvas overhead; And, after farewell to the place, A parting word - though not of grace, Pursues, with Ass and all his store, The
way the Waggon went before.
IF Wytheburn's modest House of Prayer,
Intent to use his utmost haste,
Thence the sound - the light is there –
Although before in no dejection, At this insidious recollection
• A term well known in the North of England, a applied to rural Festivals, where young persons meet in the evening