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THE

LAY OF THE LAST MINSTREL.

CANTO FOURTH.

 

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I.
Sweet Teviot! on thy silver tide,
 The glaring bale-fires blaze no more;
No longer steel-clad warriors ride
 Along thy wild and willowed shore;
Where'er thou wind'st by dale or hill,
All, all is peaceful, all is still,