Chapter 152 No.152

And now when close at hand they saw

North Berwick's town and lofty Law,

Fitz-Eustace bade them pause awhile

Before a venerable pile,

Whose turrets viewed, afar,

The lofty Bass, the Lambie Isle,

The ocean's peace or war.

At tolling of a bell, forth came

The convent's venerable dame,

And prayed Saint Hilda's Abbess rest