“Lo! there he goes,” I heard them cry,
“Like babe in swathing band,
Who shook the temples of the Lord,
And passed them ’neath his brand.
Cursed be the spot where he was born,
There let the adders dwell,
And from his father’s hearthstone hiss:
All hail to thee, Dalzell!”
VI.
I saw thee growing like a tree,—