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 Whose image on the glass was dyed;
Full in the midst, his cross of red
Triumphant Michael brandished,
 And trampled the Apostate's pride.
The moon-beam kissed the holy pane,
And threw on the pavement a bloody stain.

XII.
They sate them down on a marble stone
 (A Scottish monarch slept below;)
Thus spoke the Monk, in solemn tone—
 "I was not always a man of woe;
For Paynim countries have I trod,
And fought beneath the cross of God;
Now, strange to my eyes thine arms appear,
And their iron clang sounds strange to my ear.

XIII.
"In these far climes, it was my lot
To meet the wondrous Michael Scott;