Note 158 — THE WHITE DOE OF RYLSTONE;

Along the plain of York he passed; The Banner-staff was in his hand, The Imagery concealed from sight, And cross the expanse, in open flight, Reckless of what impels or leads, Unchecked he hurries on;—nor heeds The sorrow of the Villages; From the triumphant cruelties 1815. Spread by triumphant cruelties 1827. The sorrow through the Villages, 1832.