And by its side I muse: and Fancy reigns;
And giant oaks on Pennial waving stand;
With snowy robe and flowing bears sweep bye
The aged Druid-train beneath the star-lit sky.
II.
"The Druid-train has moved into the wood,
Oh! draw a veil before the hideous scene!
For theirs were offerings of human blood,
With sound of trump and shriek of fear between:
Their sacred grove is fallen, their creed is gone;