Prompt to please her master; Cursed him as he passed her. Yet, with calm and stately mien, And, to all he saw and heard Came a troop with broadswords swinging, Loose and free and froward; Quoth the foremost, "Ride him down! Push him! prick him! through the town Drive the Quaker coward!” But from out the thickening crowd Barclay! Ho! a Barclay! And the old man at his side Saw a comrade, battle tried, Scarred and sunburned darkly; Who with ready weapon bare, Cried aloud: "God save us With the brave Gustavus?" "Nay, I do not need thy sword, Comrade mine," said Ury's lord; "Put it up I pray thee: Passive to his holy will, Trust I in my Master still, Even though he slay me.” BARCLAY OF URY. "Pledges of thy love and faith, Marvelled much that henchman bold, "Woe's the day," he sadly said, "Ury's honest lord reviled, "Speak the word, and, master mine, To these boyish prancers!” "Marvel not; mine ancient friend, Like beginning, like the end: "Is the sinful servant more "Give me joy that in his name While for them He suffereth long, Happier I, with loss of all, With few friends to greet me, 33 Riding out from Aberdeen, With bared heads to meet me. "When each good wife, o'er and o'er, "Hard to feel the stranger's scoff, "Through this dark and stormy night Faith beholds a feeble light Up the blackness streaking; Knowing God's own time is best, For the full day-breaking '" So the Laird of Ury said, Turning slow his horse's head Towards the Tolbooth prison, Where, through iron grates, he heard Poor disciples of the Word Preach of Christ arisen! Not in vain, Confessor old, Of thy day of trial; Every age on him, who strays Happy he whose inward ear Angel comfortings can hear, WHAT THE VOICE SAID. O'er the rabble's laughter; Knowing this, that never yet In the world's wide fallow; Thus, with somewhat of the Seer, From the Future borrow; Clothe the waste with dreams of grain, 35 WHAT THE VOICE SAID. Maddened by Earth's wrong and evil, "Lord!" I cried in sudden ire, "From thy right hand, clothed with thunder, Shake the bolted fire! "Love is lost, and Faith is dying; “Here the dying wail of Famine, "Where is God, that we should fear Him" Thus the earth-born Titans say; 'God! if thou art living, hear us! Thus the weak ones pray. "Thou, the patient Heaven upbraiding," "Fearless brow to Him uplifting, "Know'st thou not all germs of evil "Could'st thou boast, oh child of weakness! “Thou hast seen two streamlets gushing “Glideth one through greenest valleys, "Is it choice whereby the Parsee |