High and majestic was his look,
At which, the fellest fiends had shook,
And all unruffled, was his face:
They trusted his soul had gotten grace."
I never knew before how fervent a believer I had been in the realities of these things.
There are two graves that I saw, which correspond to those mentioned in these lines:—
"And there the dying lamps did burn
Before thy lone and lowly urn,
O gallafit chief of Otterburne,
And thine, dark knight of Liddesdale."