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64 But now the pair have reach'd a spot

Where, sheltered by a rocky cove,

A little chapel stands alone,

With greenest ivy overgrown,

And tufted with an ivy grove.

Dying insensibly away

From human thoughts and purposes,

The building seems, wall, roof, and tower,

To bow to some transforming power,

And blend with the surrounding trees.

Deep sighing as he pass'd along,

Quoth Peter, "In the shire of Fife,

"'Mid such a ruin, following still

"From land to land a lawless will,

"I married my sixth wife!"