Some of his skill he taught to me; And, warrior, I could say to thee The words that cleft Eildon hills in three, And bridled the Tweed with a curb of stone; But to speak them were a deadly sin; And for having but thought them my heart within, A treble penance must be done.” And the opening of the tomb to recover the Magic Book:⁠— “Before their eyes the wizard lay, As if he had not been dead a day. His hoary beard in silver rolled, He seemed some seventy winters old; A palmer’s amice wrapped him round. With a wrought Spanish baldric bound. Like a pilgrim from beyond the sea; His left hand held his book of might; A silver cross was in his right; The lamp was placed beside his knee: High and majestic was his look. At which the fellest fiends had shook, And all unruffled was his face:⁠— They trusted his soul had gotten grace.” ↩