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YP 200 B UT OR IX: “1047 
XVIII. 
With beating heart’to the task he went ; 
His sinewy frame o’er the grave-stone bent; 
With bar of iron heaved amain, 
Till the toil-drops fell from his brows, like rain. 
- It was by dint of passing strength, , 
That he moved the massy stone at length, 
I would you had been there, to see 
How the light broke forth so gloriously, 
Streamed upward to the chancel roof, 
And through the galleries far aloof! 
No earthly flame blazed e’er so bright 5 
It shone like heaven’s own blessed light, 
And issuing from the tomb, 
Shewed the monk’s cowl, and visage pale, 
Danced-on the dark-brow’d warrior’s mail, 
And kissed his waving plume. 
XIX. | 
Before their eyes the wizard lay, 
As if he had not been dead a day. 
His hoary beard in silver rolled, 
He seemed some seventy winters old ; 
A palmer’s amice wrapped him round, 
With a wrought Spanish baldric bound, 
Like a pilgrim from beyond the sea; . 
His left hand held his Book of Might ; 
A silver cross was in his right ; 
The lamp was placed beside his knee : 
‘High and majestic was his look, 
At which the fellest fiends had shook, 
And all unrufiled was his face :— 
They trusted his soul had gotten grace. 
XX: 
Often had William of Deloraine 
Rode through the battle’s bloody plain, 
And trampled down the warriors slain, 
And neither known remorse or awe; 
Yet now remorse and awe he own’d; ' 
His breath came thick, his head swam round, 
When this strange scene of death he saw. 
Bewilder’d and unnerv’d he stood, 
And the priest prayed fervently, andloud: 
With eyes averted prayed he ; eh 
He might not endure the sight to see, 
Of the man he had loved so brotherly, 
Vor, XLVIHI, ; 3% ey 
