Than left a monument of shame.
From earth’s remotest lands we come
By the lone wilderness,
To look upon our fathers’ home,
Our fathers’ soil to press.
And worn with exiles’ misery,
Beside our fathers’ graves to die.
THE DRUIDS’ HYMN.
“The Druids, till their religion had been interlarded with that of other nations, had neither images nor temples. They had generally those circles and altars, at which they performed their religious ceremonies, situated near the deep murmur of some stream, within the gloom of groves, or under the shade of some venerable oak.”
Smith’s Gallic Antiquities.