As if he could not walk or talk alone.
Without the devil—or the Great Unknown—
Dalgetty is the dearest of Ducrows!
XI.
I like St. Leonard's Lily—drench'd with dew!
I like thy Vision of the Covenanters,
That bloody-minded Graham shot and slew.
I like the battle lost and won,
The hurly-burly's bravely done,