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<Text id=ScoPoem> <Author>Scott, Walter</Author> <Title>Selected Poems</Title> <Edition>unknown</Edition> <note>pagination is out of order; collection of selected poems</note> <Date>1795-1830</Date> <body> <loc><locdoc>ScoPoem696</locdoc><milestone n=696> <div0><div0.title> THE COVENANTER'S FATE</div0.title> <div0.date> 1799</div0.date> <l>And ne'er but once, my son, he says,</l> <l>Was yon sad cavern trod, -</l> <l>In persecution's iron days,</l> <l>When the land was left by God.</l> <l>From Bewlie bog, with slaughter red,</l> <l>A wanderer hither drew,</l> <l>And oft he stopt and turn'd his head,</l> <l>As by fits the night wind blew;</l> <l>For trampling round by Cheviot edge</l> <l>Were heard the troopers keen,</l> <l>And frequent from the Whitelaw ridge</l> <l>The death-shot flash'd between.</l> <l>The moonbeams through the misty shower</l> <l>On yon dark cavern fell;</l> <l>Through the cloudy night the snow gleam'd white,</l> <l>Which sunbeam ne'er could quell.</l> <l>'Yon ca . . .
