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83 Peal'd to his orisons, and when he pac'd

Along the beach of this small isle and thought

Of his Companion, he had pray'd that both

Might die in the same moment. Nor in vain

So pray'd he:—as our Chronicles report,

Though here the Hermit number'd his last days,

Far from St. Cuthbert his beloved friend,

Those holy men both died in the same hour.