Chapter 148 No.148

Dunedin's Cross, a pillared stone,

Rose on a turret octagon;

(But now is razed that monument

Whence royal edict rang,

And voice of Scotland's law was sent

In glorious trumpet-clang.

Oh! be his tomb as lead to lead

Upon its dull destroyer's head!-

A minstrel's malison is said).

Then on its battlements they saw

A vision,