'Beside those Sciences shall stand a choir But thou, rejoice! From this pure centre Arts With kiss like thine healing a nation's wound Prime Art that, challenging not eye but ear, That prophecy Found its accomplishment. In later years, The goodliest city England boasts arose, Mirrored in sacred Isis; like that flood Its youth for aye renewing. Convents first Or moonlit lawn dappled by shadowing deer: Might draw once more to earth, with wings outspread Cecilia's Angel. Of those convents first Yea, and with these all Virtues, imaged stood, Craft unhistoric of some dreamer's brain, But life-like shapes of plain heroic men Who in their day had fought the fight of Faith, To where in high cathedral slept the Saint, On August noons, what time the Assumption Feast 'Deus illuminatio mea est.' ' The motto of the University of Oxford. 223 THE BANQUET HALL OF WESSEX, OR THE KING WHO COULD SEE. Kenwalk, King of Wessex, is a Pagan, but refuses to persecute Christians. He is dethroned by the Mercian King, and lives an exile in a Christian land. There he boasts that he never accords faith to what he hears, and believes only what he sees; yet, his eye being single, he sees daily more of the Truth. Wessex is delivered, and a great feast held at which the Pagan nobles, priests, and bards all conspire for the destruction of the Faith. Birinus, the bishop, having withstood them valiantly, Kenwalk declares himself a Christian. Birinus prophesies of England's greatest King. KING CYNEGILS lay dead, who long and well Had judged the realm of Essex. By his bier Gave glad assent. Christ's bishop sent from Rome, Birinus, to the king had preached for years The Joyous Tidings. Cynegils believed, And with him many; but the most refrained : A valiant man was he, A man of stubborn will, but yet at heart Magnanimous and just. To one who said, 'Strike, for thine hour is come!' the king new-crowned Made answer, 'Never! Each man choose his path! My father chose the Christian-Odin's I. I crossed my father oft a living man; I war not on him dead.' That giant hand Which spared Religion ruled in all beside : He harried forth the robbers from the woods, And wrecked the pirates' ships. He burned with fire A judge unjust, and thrice o'er Severn drave The invading Briton. Lastly, when he found That woman in his house intolerable, From bed and realm he hurled her forth, though crowned, Ensuing thence great peace. Not long that peace : The Mercian king, her brother, heard her tale With blackening brow. The shrill voice stayed at last, Doubly incensed the monarch made reply: |