Chapter 150 No.150

Shift we the scene. The camp doth move;

Dunedin's streets are empty now,

Save when, for weal of those they love,

To pray the prayer, and vow the vow,

The tottering child, the anxious fair,

The grey-haired sire, with pious care,

To chapels and to shrines repair-

Where is the Palmer now? and where

The Abbess, Marmion, and Clar