Yes, I have watch’d o’er ilk degree, Wherever blooms femenitye; But sinless virgin, free of stain In mind and body, fand I nane. Never, since the banquet of time, Found I a virgin in her prime. Till late this bonnie maiden I saw As spotless as the morning snaw: Full twenty years she has lived as free As the spirits that sojourn in this countrye: I have brought her away frae the snares of men, That sin or death she never may ken.’-- They clasp’d her waist and her hands sae fair, They kiss’d her cheek and they kemed her hair, And round came many a blooming fere, Saying, ‘Bonnie Kilmeny, ye’re welcome here! Women are freed of the littand scorn: O blest be the day Kilmeny was born! Now shall the land of the spirits see, Now shall it ken what a woman may be! Many a lang year, in sorrow and pain, Many a lang year through the world we’ve gane, Commission’d to watch fair womankind, For it’s they who nurice the immortal mind. We have watch’d their steps as the dawning shone, And deep in the green-wood walks alone; By lily bower and silken bed, The viewless tears have o’er them shed; Have soothed their ardent minds to sleep, Or left the couch of love to weep. kemed] combed. We have seen! we have seen! but the time must come, And the angels will weep at the day of doom! ‘O would the fairest of mortal kind Aye keep the holy truths in mind, That kindred spirits their motions see, Who watch their ways with anxious e’e, And grieve for the guilt of humanitye! O, sweet to Heaven the maiden’s prayer, And the sigh that heaves a bosom sae fair! And dear to Heaven the words of truth, And the praise of virtue frae beauty’s mouth! And dear to the viewless forms of air, The minds that kyth as the body fair! ‘O bonnie Kilmeny! free frae stain, If ever you seek the world again, That world of sin, of sorrow and fear, O tell of the joys that are waiting here; And tell of the signs you shall shortly see; Of the times that are now, and the times that shall be.’-- They lifted Kilmeny, they led her away, And she walk’d in the light of a sunless day; The sky was a dome of crystal bright, The fountain of vision, and fountain of light: The emerald fields were of dazzling glow, And the flowers of everlasting blow. Then deep in the stream her body they laid, That her youth and beauty never might fade; And they smiled on heaven, when they saw her lie In the stream of life that wander’d bye. And she heard a song, she heard it sung, She kenn’d not where; but sae sweetly it rung, kyth] show, appear.