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JOHN THE PRIEST.
John the Priest of Corna dale
Late crowned with scholar's bays;
Now sent to teach a rustic flock,
Had cursed his dreary days.
Far on the slopes of North Barrule
The Corna valley lies;
And far remote the lonely keeil
That seems so near the skies.
So few and simple were the folk
And scattered through the vale—
What honour should a scholar find
In savage Corna dale?
Now John the Priest he laid him down
Upon his pallet bare;
And John he heard or dreamed he heard
Soft voices in the air.
"Glory to God" they sang once more
As heralds from on high;
And John he rose or dreamed he rose,
But nought could he espy.
