Saint Edmond's Eve

Oh! did you observe the Black Canon pass, And did you observe his frown? He goeth to say the midnight mass, In holy St. Edmond's town. He goeth to sing the burial chaunt, And to lay the wandering sprite, Whose shadowy, restless form doth haunt, The Abbey's drear aisle this night. It saith it will not its wailing cease, 'Till that holy man come near, 'Till he pour o'er its grave the prayer of peace, And sprinkle the hallowed tear.…