Ay, and had trespassed on their native glen;
His human shape they scantly too might brook,
For it their enemy had ever been;
But bigot man to probe the conscience sought,
And scathed his brother for his secret thought.
LIII.
Oft he recruited now the sinking blaze—
His stock of fuel seemed too scant to last;
Yet, in the terror of the glittering rays,
Was now the anchor of his safety cast;