XXI.

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.]