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 12 Far frae ilk kent spot se wandered, Skulking like a guilty thief; Here and there uncertain daundered, Stupified wi' shame and grief. But soon shame for bygane errors, Fled ower fast for ee to trace; Whan grim death, wi? a' his terrors, Cam' owre ilk sweet bairnie's face. Spent wi' toil, and cauld, and hunger, Baith down drapt, and down Jean sat! Daised and doited, now nae langer Thought and felt, but bursting grat. Gloaming fast, wi' mirky shadow, Crap o'er distant hill and plain; Darkened wood, and glen, and meadow, Adding fearful thoughts to pain. Round and round, in wild distraction, Jeanie turned her tearful ee, Round and round for some protection! Face nor house she couldna see. Loud and sair the cauld winds thud ; Jean now spied a sma' bit lightię Blinking through a distant wood! Up wi" frantic haste' she started, Cauld not fear she felt nae mair ; Hope, for ae bright moment darted Through the gloom of dark despair.