. The poetical works of James Russell Lowell . more on his surcoat was blazoned the deep in his soul the sign he wore,The badge of the sufiering and the poor. Sir Launfals raiment thin and spareWas idle mail gainst the barbed it was just at the Christmas time ;So he mused, as he sat, of a sunnier sought for a shelter from cold and snowIn the light and warmth of long-ago;He sees the snake-like caravan crawlOer the edge of the desert, black and nearer and nearer, till, one by one,He can count the camels in the sun,As over the red-hot sands they passTo where
. The poetical works of James Russell Lowell . more on his surcoat was blazoned the deep in his soul the sign he wore,The badge of the sufiering and the poor. Sir Launfals raiment thin and spareWas idle mail gainst the barbed it was just at the Christmas time ;So he mused, as he sat, of a sunnier sought for a shelter from cold and snowIn the light and warmth of long-ago;He sees the snake-like caravan crawlOer the edge of the desert, black and nearer and nearer, till, one by one,He can count the camels in the sun,As over the red-hot sands they passTo where, in its slender necklace of grass,The little spring laughed and leapt in the with its own self like an infant played,And waved its signal of palms. For Christs sweet sake, I beg an alms; —The happy camels may reach the Sir Launfal sees only the grewsome leper, lank as the rain-blanched bone,That cowers beside him, a thing as loneAnd white as the ice-isles of Northern seasIn the desolate horror of his So he mused, as he sat, of a sunnier chme. Page no. THE VISION OF SIR LAUNFAL. Ill V. And Sir Laimfal said, — I behold in tlieeAn image of Him who died on the tree;Thou also hast had thy crown of thorns,—Thou also hast had the worlds buffets and scorns, —And to thy life were not deniedThe wounds in the hands and feet and side :Mild Marys Son, acknowledge me;Behold, through him, I give to thee! VI. Then the soul of the leper stood up in his eyesAnd looked at Sir Launfal, and straightway heRemembered in what a haughtier guise He had flung an alms to leprosie,When he girt his young life up in gilded mailAnd set forth in search of the Holy heart within him was ashes and dust;He parted in twain his single broke the ice on the streamlets brink,And gave the leper to eat and drink,T was a mouldy crust of coarse brown bread,T was water out of a wooden bowl, —Yet with fine wheaten bread was the leper fed,And t was red win
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