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1 When Baldwin[133] and his train, With cross and crosier gleaming bright, Came chanting slow the solemn rite, To Gwentland's[134] pleasant plain. High waved before, in crimson pride, 2 The banner of the Cross; The silver rood was then descried, While deacon youths, from side to side, The fuming censer toss. The monks went two and two along, 3 And winding through the glade, Sang, as they passed, a holy song, And harps and citterns, 'mid the throng, A mingled music made. They ceased; when lifting high his hand, 4 The white-robed prelate cried: Arise, arise, at Christ's command, To fight for his name in the Holy Land, Where a Saviour lived and died! With gloves of steel, and good broadsword, 5 And plumed helm of brass, Hoel, Landoga's youthful lord, To hear the father's holy word, Came riding to the pass. More earnestly the prelate spake: 6 Oh, heed no earthly loss! He who will friends and home forsake, Now let him kneel, and fearless take The sign of the Holy Cross. Then many a maid her tresses rent, 7 And did her love implore: Oh, go not thou to banishment! For me, and the pleasant vales of Gwent, Thou never wilt see more. And many a mother, pale with fears, 8 Did kiss her infant son; Said, Who will shield thy helpless years, Who dry thy widowed mother's tears, When thy brave father's gone? GOD, with firm voice the prelate cried, 9 God will the orphan bless; Sustain the widow's heart, and guide Through the hard world, obscure and wild, The poor and fatherless. Then might you see a shade o'ercast 10 Brave Hoel's ruddy hue, But soon the moment's thought is past:-- Hark, hark, 'tis the trumpet's stirring blast! And he grasped his bow of yew. Then might you see a moment's gloom 11 Sit in brave Hoel's eye: Make in the stranger's land my tomb, I follow thee, be it my doom, O CHRIST, to live or die! No more he thought, thoug
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