Requiem First, XXXI

“Beloved of heaven!” the bishop cried, “Mary! maiden-mother, fair! “Who lovest to crush the paynim’s pride, “And hear the lowly pilgrim’s prayer, “Again to thee on earth be given, “That homage which ascends to heaven!

“Holy pilgrim! speed the while, “Rest thee in the rocky isle, “Till the morning’s purple light “Gilds Dumpender’s verdant height; “Onward then, Heaven be your guide, “As it has ever been; “When wafting o’er the western tide, “O tell by lone Iona’s side “The mysteries you have seen!”—