Chapter 11 HOME TO USK.

"We buried him where he was wont to pray,

By the calm lake,-even here,-at eventide;

We reared this cross in token where he lay,

For on the cross, he said, his Lord had died;

Now hath he surely reached, o'er mount and wave,

That flowery land whose green turf hides no grave."

-FELICIA HEMANS.

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