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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 . . .
