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The Death Of The Templars.
Slander and avarice worked their spell From the regal hall and cloister cell ; A Christian priest , and a crowned king * Accomplished this most unholy thing . In battle oft had they stemmed the tide . And turned the fierce Moslem ' s savage pride ;
Their swords and their lives they freely gave , To guard the blest Redeemer ' s grave . In Palestine yet , from sire to son , They tell the bold deeds the Templars have done . Vain their past fame : their judge , he was bound , Pontiff and p riest in thrall like a hound ;
Hard as a rock—their groans—their prayer , Tortures and chains availed them not there—Deaf as the cliff to ocean ' s wild roar , Blood was the price of the mitre he wore . t The dark p ile was reared—De Molay was there , $ Fettered his limbs—his white locks bare ; Life lie rejected to purchase with shame ,
Too costly the gift if bought with his fame ; In tortures ancl fire he yielded his breath , As pure in his life—as constant in death . His voice , ere he died , was heard ' mid the flames , He called on his perjured judges' names ; At God ' s dread bar , he bade them appear To answer their crimes ere the fall of the year ; The year had not passed o ' er the martyr ' s doom , Ere Pontiff and king were cold in their tomb . *
Lament,
LAMENT ,
TOR THE RIGHT HON . BROTHER , GEORGE , EARL OP DALHOUSIE . BY G . TAIT . TIITD warrior chief , in the morning of life , Met the foe on the red field of battle and strife ; The land of the sun and the ions of snow
gay reg , Were alike to that chieftain in face of the foe ; For the love which he bore to his own native land , Banished fear from his heart , and gave strength to his hand . The gleam of his sword ever lighted the way , On to glory or death , in the " battle array , "
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
The Death Of The Templars.
Slander and avarice worked their spell From the regal hall and cloister cell ; A Christian priest , and a crowned king * Accomplished this most unholy thing . In battle oft had they stemmed the tide . And turned the fierce Moslem ' s savage pride ;
Their swords and their lives they freely gave , To guard the blest Redeemer ' s grave . In Palestine yet , from sire to son , They tell the bold deeds the Templars have done . Vain their past fame : their judge , he was bound , Pontiff and p riest in thrall like a hound ;
Hard as a rock—their groans—their prayer , Tortures and chains availed them not there—Deaf as the cliff to ocean ' s wild roar , Blood was the price of the mitre he wore . t The dark p ile was reared—De Molay was there , $ Fettered his limbs—his white locks bare ; Life lie rejected to purchase with shame ,
Too costly the gift if bought with his fame ; In tortures ancl fire he yielded his breath , As pure in his life—as constant in death . His voice , ere he died , was heard ' mid the flames , He called on his perjured judges' names ; At God ' s dread bar , he bade them appear To answer their crimes ere the fall of the year ; The year had not passed o ' er the martyr ' s doom , Ere Pontiff and king were cold in their tomb . *
Lament,
LAMENT ,
TOR THE RIGHT HON . BROTHER , GEORGE , EARL OP DALHOUSIE . BY G . TAIT . TIITD warrior chief , in the morning of life , Met the foe on the red field of battle and strife ; The land of the sun and the ions of snow
gay reg , Were alike to that chieftain in face of the foe ; For the love which he bore to his own native land , Banished fear from his heart , and gave strength to his hand . The gleam of his sword ever lighted the way , On to glory or death , in the " battle array , "