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1. St Kilian - A Lay of the Early Missionary Days (continued)

   

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   XVIII
   "Not in anger but in mercy doth the Lord look down on all!
   Bow in sorrow, O Guilana! as Magdalen weep they fall!
   Thou shalt, like unto the flower withered in the freezing snow,
   When the April sunbeams woo it, burst anew to youthful glow."
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   Rose up Gosbert and above him whirled his deadly flashing blade
   'On to-morrow, God of Battles, I invoke thy potent aid
   On to-morrow ere the mountains feel the last kiss of the sun
   If I conquer, what they servant, Killian, sayeth shalt be done.
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   Since a youth of beardless visage when I first girt on my sword.
   None can say in camp or castle that I ever broke my word
   Now thy blessing, holy Kilian," - and they knelt down one by one
   While Geilara brooding vengeance from the banquet hall was gone.

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   History Edit

   Language

   English

   Collector

   Maureen Drury

   Gender

   Female