Too soon to these leagued warriors omens told Of broken friendship, desolating woe; For the Northumbrian prince with treacherous gold Seduced the Pict to hold the Scot his foe; Grief for their strife brought saintly Baldred low; Upon the Bass he pined away, and died,— When o’er a rainbow-bridge, in robes of snow, Upborne by angels, he was seen to glide; As erst St Idan rose from Leader’s pastoral side.

SAINT BALDRED OF THE BASS.