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If thou in the dear love of some one friend

Hast been so happy, that thou know’st what thoughts

Will, sometimes, in the happiness of love

Make the heart sink, then wilt thou reverence

This quiet spot. — St. Herbert hither came

And here, for many seasons, from the world

Remov’d, and the affections of the world

He dwelt in solitude. He living here,

This island’s sole inhabitant! had left

A Fellow-labourer, whom the good Man lov’d

As his own soul; and when within his cave

Alone he knelt before the crucifix

While o’er the lake the cataract of Lodore

Peal’d to his orisons, and when he pac’d

Along the beach of this small isle and thought

Of his Companion, he had pray’d that both

Might die in the same moment. Nor in vain

So pray’d he: — as our Chronicles report,

Though here the Hermit number’d his last days,

Far from St. Cuthbert his beloved friend,

Those holy men both died in the same hour.