Murder of King Kenneth (1870-1885)
“ I knelt by the side of the worthy old man, And drank from the time-honour'd pool. “But, stay, stay, my friend! ” he cried in much haste, “ Of its virtues, I fear thou can’st tell; For unless thou believ’st in our great Mother Church No charm hath this little well! ” “ The water’s as sweet to my taste, worthy sire. ”
