And here and there, as up the crags you spring,

Mark many rude-carved crosses near the path:[48]

Yet deem not these Devotion's offering—

These are memorials frail of murderous wrath:

For wheresoe'er the shrieking victim hath

Pour'd 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. [3.B.]