Marmion . disclose. XXI. 0 holy Palmer I she began,— For sure he must be sainted blessed feet have trod the groundWhere the Redeemers tomb is found,—For his dear Churchs sake, my taleAttend, nor deem of light avail,Though I must speak of worldly love,—How vain to those who wed above! —Dc Wilton and Lord Marmion wooedClara de Clare, of Glosters blood; —Idle it were of Whitbys dame,To say of that same blood I came; —And once, when jealous rage was high,Lord Marmion said despiteously,Wilton was traitor in his had made league with Martin Swart,When he came here on Simnels ])art
Marmion . disclose. XXI. 0 holy Palmer I she began,— For sure he must be sainted blessed feet have trod the groundWhere the Redeemers tomb is found,—For his dear Churchs sake, my taleAttend, nor deem of light avail,Though I must speak of worldly love,—How vain to those who wed above! —Dc Wilton and Lord Marmion wooedClara de Clare, of Glosters blood; —Idle it were of Whitbys dame,To say of that same blood I came; —And once, when jealous rage was high,Lord Marmion said despiteously,Wilton was traitor in his had made league with Martin Swart,When he came here on Simnels ])art;And only cowardice did restrainHis rebel aid on Stokefields plain,—And down he threw his glove:—the thingWas tried, as wont, before the King;Where frankly did Dc Wilton Swart in Guelders he had known;And that between them then there wentSome scroll of courteous com]> this he to his castle sent;But when his messenger how De Wiltons fury burned! CANTO THE COURT. 213 For in his packet there were laid Letters that claimed disloyal aid, And proved King Henrys cause betrayed. His fame, thus blighted, in the field He strove to clear, by spear and shield; — To clear his fame in vain he strove. For wondrous are His ways above ! Perchance some form was unobserved ; Perchance in prayer, or faith, he swerved; Else how could guiltless champion quail, Or how the blessed ordeal fail i His squire, who now De Wilton sawAs recreant doomed to suffer law. Repentant, owned in vain,That, while he had the scrolls in care,A stranger maiden, passing fair,Had drenched him with a beverage rare: His words no faith could Clare alone he credence , rather than Aved Marmion,Did to Saint Hildas shrine repair,To give our house her livings fair,And die a vestal votress impulse from the earth was bent her to the paths of purer heart, a lovelier sheltered her in Whitbys shade,No, not since Saxon Edel
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