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323 A Fellow-labourer, whom the good Man loved

As his own soul. And, when within his cave

Alone he knelt before the crucifix

While o'er the Lake the cataract of Lodore

Pealed to his orisons, and when he paced

Along the beach of this small isle and thought

Of his Companion, he would pray that both,

(Now that their earthly duties were fufill'd)

Might die in the same moment. Nor in vain

So prayed he:—as our Chronicles report,

Though here the Hermit numbered his last day,

Far from St. Cuthbert his beloved Friend,

Those holy Men both died in the same hour.