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"One time I followed a dancing star That seemed to sing and nod, And ring upon earth all evil's knell; But now I wot if ye scour not well Red rust shall grow on God's great bell And grass in the streets of God." ONE TIME I FOLLOWED A DANCING STAR THAT SEEMED TO SING AND NOD AND RING UPON EARTH ALL EVILS KNELL BUT NOW I WOT IF YE SCOUR NOT WELL RED RUST SHALL GROW ON GOD'S GREAT BELL AND GRASS IN THE STREETS OF GOD
.'" Then Alfred smiled. And the smile of him Was like the sun for power. But he only pointed: bade them heed Those peasants of the Berkshire breed, Who plucked the old Horse of the weed As they pluck it to this hour. "Will ye part with the weeds for ever? Or show daisies to the door? Or will you bid the bold grass Go, and return no more? "So ceaseless and so secret Thrive terror and theft set free; Treason and shame shall come to pass While one weed flowers in a morass; And like the stillness of stiff grass The stillness of tyranny. "Over our white souls also Wild heresies and high Wave prouder than the plumes of grass, And sadder than their sigh. "And I go riding against the raid, And ye know not where I am; But ye shall know in a day or year, When one green star of grass grows here; Chaos has charged you, charger and spear, Battle-axe and battering-ram. "And though skies alter and empires melt, This word shall still be true: If we would have the horse of old, Scour ye the horse anew. T GO AND RETURN NO MORE THEN ALFRED SMILED AND THE SMILE OF HIM WAS LIKE THE SUDDEN FOR POWER BUT HE ONLY POINTED BADE THEM HEED THOSE PEASANTS OF THE BERKSHIRE BREED WHO PLUCKED THE OLD HORSE OF THE WEED AS THEY PLUCK IT TO THIS HOUR WILL YE PART WITH THE WEEDS FOR EVER OR SHOW DAISIES TO THE DOOR OR WILL YOU BID THE BOLD GRASS GO AND RETURN NO MORE SO CEASELESS AND SO SECRET THRIVE TERROR AND THEFT SET FREE TREASON AND SHAME SHALL COME TO PASS WHILE ONE WEED FLOWERS IN A MORASS AND LIKE THE STILLNESS OF STIFF GRASS THE STILLNESS OF TYRANNY O'ER OUR WHITE SOULS ALSO WILD HERESIES ARE HIGH WAVE PROUDER THAN THE PLUMES OF GRASS AND SADDER THAN THEIR SIGH AND I GO RIDING AGAINST THE RAID AND YE KNOW NOT WHERE I AM BUT YE SHALL KNOW IN A DAY OR A YEAR WHEN ONE GREEN STAR OF GRASS GROWS HERE CHAOS HAS CHARGED YOU CHARGER AND SPEAR BATTLE AXE AND BATTERING RAM AND THOUGH THE SKIES ALTER AND EMPIRES MELT THIS WORLD SHALL STILL BE TRUE IF YE WOULD HAVE THE HORSE OF OLD SCOUR YE THE HORSE ANEW
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