CRAWFURD CASTLE.
[CRAWFURD CASTLE.]
I.
'Yond many a crimsoned thorn-hedge
In that sweet English vale Where violet, pink and eglantine
Waft incense on the gale.
Where from the wayside hillocks smile
Gay groups of golden-rod; And 'neath the shade of branching elm,
The lithe-limbed bluebells nod.
Beneath that lofty, grey stone arch;
Beneath that sculptured crest; Betwixt those pillars huge, whereon
Heraldic lions rest.