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Lays Of The Crusades.
LAYS OF THE CRUSADES .
ill . —ANSELMO AND THE APPARITION . ' TWAS at the silent midnight hour , AVhen wearied warriors rest , Anselmo sat ivithin his tent , Deep musing in his breast .
Deep mused the knight of Ribeaumont— - He thought a voice did call ; AVhen straight before him stood tbe slain Son of the Count St . Paul . " O Angelram the lost ! " he cried , " Returned to life again ! By Marra ' s wall didst thou not fall , By the fierce Paynim slain ?"
"I am the same , " replied the form , " Son of the Count St . Paul , AVhom late thou saw ' st in battle-field By the fierce foemen fall . ' But know that they who fight for Christ , Can nevernever die !"
, And round his head a light there play'd , Like rainbow of the sky . " But tell me whence , O Angelram ! That lustre that doth shine So beauteous around thy brow , AVith radiance divine !"
" See ' st thou yon dome in the hi gh heavens , Anselmo ! sparkling , bright , Of diamond formed , and chrystal clear , Enshrined in silver light ? " Von is my home , my dwelling-place , From thence this light doth come ;
Another is for thee prepared , A finer , brighter dome . " Farewell . ' to-morrow we shall meet !" The vision it was gone : But much Anselmo ponder'd o ' er Its parting words and tone .
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Lays Of The Crusades.
LAYS OF THE CRUSADES .
ill . —ANSELMO AND THE APPARITION . ' TWAS at the silent midnight hour , AVhen wearied warriors rest , Anselmo sat ivithin his tent , Deep musing in his breast .
Deep mused the knight of Ribeaumont— - He thought a voice did call ; AVhen straight before him stood tbe slain Son of the Count St . Paul . " O Angelram the lost ! " he cried , " Returned to life again ! By Marra ' s wall didst thou not fall , By the fierce Paynim slain ?"
"I am the same , " replied the form , " Son of the Count St . Paul , AVhom late thou saw ' st in battle-field By the fierce foemen fall . ' But know that they who fight for Christ , Can nevernever die !"
, And round his head a light there play'd , Like rainbow of the sky . " But tell me whence , O Angelram ! That lustre that doth shine So beauteous around thy brow , AVith radiance divine !"
" See ' st thou yon dome in the hi gh heavens , Anselmo ! sparkling , bright , Of diamond formed , and chrystal clear , Enshrined in silver light ? " Von is my home , my dwelling-place , From thence this light doth come ;
Another is for thee prepared , A finer , brighter dome . " Farewell . ' to-morrow we shall meet !" The vision it was gone : But much Anselmo ponder'd o ' er Its parting words and tone .