The Fox-Chace, XIV

Meanwhile the hounds round Norham’s base Have ta’en their way with eager pace; Have hurried on with ready will To where the Tweed receives the Till: Through Tillmouth’s wooded banks they fly, Whilst Echo answers to the cry; And then they seek the higher lands, Where Twizel’s lordly castle stands: High on her wood surrounded mead, She views at once both Till and Tweed: Two fairer streams ne’er met, I ween, In such a grand and lovely scene; Where braes and banks, and woods combine, And swiftly gliding waters shine; Where distant hills and mountains rise, And fade beneath th’ expansive skies.