Of Baldred’s lineage little we may learn, Whether of princess born or lowly swain,— Suffice, that he was bred by Kentigern What time St Colme to Iona came; And cleans’d the church from her Pelagian stain, And royal Brudeus to the faith subdu’d; Who, haply, left the world’s tumultuous scene To meditate in sentimental mood, And hold high converse in the Bass’s solitude.