1
Look-standing on the Calton Hill, behold yon blue range of mountains to the west-cannotyou name each pinnacle from its form?
2
Behold yon simple building near the crossing of the village road!
3
Behold yon nobles and earls, how they mimic our garb!
4
Behold yon tent of gold brocade, adorned with skins of leopard, before whose doors stand an hundred elephants of war.
5
Behold yon miserable creature.
6
"Why do you call her poor, when she can be near you, always behold yon, always hear you?"