XXI. And here and there, as up the crags you spring, Mark many rude-carved crosses near the path; Yet deem not these devotion's offering-- These are memorials frail of murderous wrath; For wheresoe'er the shrieking victim hath Poured forth his blood beneath the assassin's knife, Some hand erects a cross of mouldering lath; And grove and glen with thousand such are rife Throughout this purple land, where law secures not life!
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