Note 162 — THE WHITE DOE OF RYLSTONE;

Of all-disposing Providence, Its will intelligibly shewn, Finds he the Banner in his hand, Without a thought to such intent, Or conscious effort of his own? And no obstruction to prevent His Father's wish and last command! And, thus beset, he heaved a sigh; Remembering his own prophecy Of utter desolation, made To Emily in the yew-tree shade: He sighed, submitting to the power, The might of that prophetic hour. 1815.