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400'Mid thunder-dint and flashing levin,
And shadows, mists, and darkness, given.
He shows Saint James's cockle-shell,
Of fair Montserrat, too, can tell;
 And of that Grot where Olives nod,
405Where, darling of each heart and eye,
From all the youth of Sicily,
 Saint Rosalie retired to God.

XXIV.
'To stout Saint George of Norwich merry,
Saint Thomas, too, of Canterbury,
410Cuthbert of Durham and Saint Bede,
For his sins' pardon hath he pray'd.
He knows the passes of the North,
And seeks far shrines beyond the Forth;
Little he eats, and long will wake,
415And drinks but of the stream or lake.
This were a guide o'er moor and dale;
But, when our John hath quaff'd his ale,
As little as the wind that blows,
And warms itself against his nose,
420Kens he, or cares, which way he goes.'—

XXV.
'Gramercy!' quoth Lord Marmion,
'Full loth were I, that Friar John,
That venerable man, for me,
Were placed in fear or jeopardy.
425If this same Palmer will me lead
 From hence to Holy-Rood,
Like his good saint, I'll pay his meed,
Instead of cockle-shell, or bead,
 With angels fair and good.
430I love such holy ramblers; still
They know to charm a weary hill,