ST. PIRAN AND THE VISITATION.
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"When, like a thief, the Midianite
Shall steal upon the camp,
O, let him find our armour bright,
And oil within our lamp!"
Shall steal upon the camp,
O, let him find our armour bright,
And oil within our lamp!"
"But where in the world does it come from?" asked St. Neot.
This could not be answered for the moment; but the saints turned their horses' heads from the sea, and moved slowly on the track of the sound, which at every step grew louder and more distinct.
"It is at no appointed hours,
It is not by the dock,
That Satan, grisly wolf, devours
The unprotected flock"
It is not by the dock,
That Satan, grisly wolf, devours
The unprotected flock"
The visitors found themselves at the foot of an enormous sand-hill, from the top of which the chant was pouring as lava from a crater. They set their ears to the sandy wall. They walked round it, and listened again.
"But ever prowls th' insidious foe,
And listens round the fold."
And listens round the fold."
This was too much. St. Petroc smote twice
