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36 XXI.

And here and there, as up the crags you spring,

Mark many rude-carved crosses near the path:

Yet deem not these Devotion's offering—

These are memorials frail of murderous wrath:

For wheresoe'er the shrieking victim hath

Pour'd forth his blood beneath the assassin's knife,

Some hand erects a cross of mouldering lath;

And grove and glen with thousand such are rife

Throughout this purple land, where Law secures not life.N3

XXII.

On sloping mounds, or in the vale beneath,

Are domes where whilome kings did make repair;