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Of purest marble, with its carved dome And white Corinthian pillars strangely wreathed By the thick ivy leaves. In other days, Some nymph or goddess had been worshipped there, Whose name was gone, even from her own shrine. The cross stood on the altar, and above There hung the picture of Saint Valerie: Its pale calm beauty suited well the maid, Who left the idol pleasures of the world For solitude and heaven in early youth. And Arnold knelt to the sweet saint, and prayed For pity and for pardon; and his heart Clung to the place, and thought upon repose. He made himself a home in the same cave Where once St. Valerie had dwelt: a rill, That trickled from the rock above, his drink,