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And fought in Spain and Italy.
And he thought on the days that were long since by,
When his limbs were strong, and his courage was high--
Now, slow and faint, he led the way,
Where, cloister'd round, the garden lay;
The pillar'd arches were over their head,
And beneath their feet were the bones of the dead.
* * * * *
The moon on the east oriel shone
Through slender shafts of shapely stone,
* * * * *
The silver light, so pale and faint,
Shew'd many a prophet, and many a saint,
Whose image on the glass was dyed;
Full in the midst, his Cross of Red
Triumphal Michael brandished,
And trampled the Apostate's pride.
The moon beam kiss'd the holy pane,
And threw on the pavement a bloody stain.
* * * * *
They sate them down on a marble stone,--
(A Scottish monarch slept below;)
Thus spoke the Monk, in solemn tone--
"I was not always a man of woe;
For Paynim countries I have trod,
And fought beneath the Cross of God:
Now, strange to my eyes thine arms appear.
And their iron clang sounds strange to my ear.


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