Trust poems/ page 5 of 157 /
Did all the lets and bars appear To every just or larger end,Whence should come the trust and cheer? Youth must its ignorant impulse lend --Age finds place in the rear
Appolinus his leve tok,To God and al the lond betokWith al the poeple long and brod,That he no lenger there abod
And if there's blood upon his hand,'Tis but the blood of deer. -- W. Scott.