Now, whether it were by peculiar grace, A leading from above, a something given, Yet it befel, that, in this lonely place, When I with these untoward thoughts had striven, Beside a pool bare to the eye of heaven I saw a Man before me unawares: His words came feebly, from a feeble chest, Such as grave Livers do in Scotland use, The oldest man he seemed that ever wore grey hairs. Religious men, who give to God and man their dues. |