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 THE DEAD HORSEMAN.

��Occasioned by reading the manner of conveying a young man to burial, in the mountainous region about Vettie's Giel, in Norway.

��WHO'S riding o'er the Giel so fast,

'Mid the crags of Utledale ? He heeds not cold, nor storm, nor blast ;

But his cheek is deadly pale.

A fringe of pearl from his eye-lash long,

Stern Winter's hand hath hung ; And his sinewy arm looks bold and strong,

Though his brow is smooth and young.

O'er his marble forehead, in clusters bright,

Is wreathed his golden hair ; His robe is of linen, long and white, Though a mantle of fur scarce could bide the blight

Of this keen and frosty air.

God speed thee now, thou horseman bold !

For the tempest awakes in wrath ; And thy stony eye is fixed and cold

As the glass of thine icy path.

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