Chapter 79 No.79

A heap of withered boughs was piled,

Of juniper and rowan wild,

Mingled with shivers from the oak,note

Rent by the lightning's recent stroke.

65 Brian, the Hermit, by it stood,

Barefooted, in his frock and hood.

His grizzled beard and matted hair

Obscured a visage of despair;

His naked arms and legs, seamed o'er,

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