1814-1914 <br /> <br />When, on a novel's newly printed page <br />We find a maudlin eulogy of sin, <br />And read of ways that harlots wander in, <br />And of sick souls that writhe in helpless rage; <br />Or when Romance, bespectacled and sage, <br />Taps on her desk and bids the class begin <br />To con the problems that have always been <br />Perplexed mankind's unhappy heritage; <br /> <br />Then in what robes of honor habited <br />The laureled wizard of the North appears! <br />Who raised Prince Charlie's cohorts from the dead, <br />Made Rose's mirth and Flora's noble tears, <br />And formed that shining legion at whose head <br />Rides Waverley, triumphant o'er the years!<br /><br />Alfred Joyce Kilmer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/waverley-2/
