When all her sportive tricks were done,
She saw with sudden startled look
A hermit on a bench of stone.
"Father, what do you here?" she cries.
He answered not, but stood upright;
So tall his stature seemed to rise,
The stoutest heart would feel affright.
"If you 're a demon, as you seem,
This sacred cross bids you avaunt.
If your lost soul you would redeem,