Oh no! oh no! sweet spirit of mine
Thou art entering a holy strain divine
A strain which is so sweet,
Oh! one might think ’twas a fairy thing,
A thing of love and blessedness,
Singing in holy tenderness,
A lay of peaceful quietness,
Within a fairy street!
But ah! ’tis Brown. &c., &c.
The next was supposed to be written by Sir Walter Scott. (Lady of the Lake.)