Far in Benharrow’s[171] bosom rude.
Not his the mien of Christian priest,
But Druid’s,[172] from the grave released,
Whose hardened heart and eye might brook
On human sacrifice to look;
And much, ’twas said, of heathen lore,
Mixed in the charms he muttered o’er.
The hallow’d creed gave only worse
And deadlier emphasis of curse;
No peasant sought that Hermit’s prayer,