The pious Baldred scoop’d his hermit cell Upon the sunny summit of the rock, Whence issued forth a fountain’s crystal well Which o’er the cliffs in showery spangles broke; The sea gulls, charm’d to tameness, round would flock, Bringing their finny offerings to his cave; While as the Pict skimm’d by in light carrock, He paused, a holy benison to crave, Then push’d his little skiff undaunted through the wave.