Eastward of Binning’s beauteous wood Stood Baldred’s mossy cell, Where in communion deep with God The patriarch loved to dwell, What time the summer breezes bland Were wafting perfume o’er the land; And so serene the ocean lay, It pictured headland-rock and bay; And heaven’s veil of azure hue Was only speck’d by grey curlew. Here often, tame as Rylston’s doe, The chase-driven deer would stand, And lick the hermit’s palm of snow, And eat from gentle hand. And here, before the altar’s mound, Which time-worn hieroglyphics graced, His canonized bones they placed, And sanctified the ground; And holily they sprinkled o’er His grave, as sung the pious choir.

=Requiem Second.=

1.

When death meets the chieftain ’midst victory’s hum, His fall is deplored by the trumpet and drum; But softer the music, and warmer the sighs, That waft pious soul’s to their throne in the skies.

2.

O drear were our walks in the shadow of death, Till the star of Balclutha illumined our path! Like the planet of Bethel it gilded the night, Till it set in a halo of heavenly light.

3.

Let bay deck the turf where the saint lowly lies, Like the symbol we scatter, his leaf never dies; For his fame in its innocence beauteously ’ray’d, Like the rose-bud of Jericho, never will fade.