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"And whether ye swear a hive of monks, Or one fair wife to friend, This is the manner of Christian men, That their oath endures the end. AND WHETHER YE SWEAR A HIVE OF MONKS OR ONE FAIR WIFE TO FRIEND THIS IS THE MANNER OF CHRISTIAN MEN THAT THEIR OATH AND YOURS THEY END
sprang the Gael. Whirling the one sword round his head, A great wheel in the sun, He sent it splendid through the sky, Flying before the shaft could fly-- It smote Earl Harold over the eye, And blood began to run. Colan stood bare and weaponless, Earl Harold, as in pain, Strove for a smile, put hand to head, Stumbled and suddenly fell dead; And the small white daisies all waxed red With blood out of his brain. And all at that marvel of the sword, Cast like a stone to slay, Cried out. Said Alfred: "Who would see Signs, must give all things. Verily Man shall not taste of victory Till he throws his sword away." Then Alfred, prince of England, And all the Christian earls, Unhooked their swords and held them up, Each offered to Colan, like a cup Of chrysolite and pearls. And the King said, "Do thou take my sword Who have done this deed of fire, For this is the manner of Christian men, Whether of steel or priestly pen, That they cast their hearts out of their ken To get their heart's desire. UNG THE ARROW BUT SWIFTER SPRANG THE GALE WHIRLING THE ONE SWORD ROUND HIS HEAD A GREAT WHEEL IN THE SUN HE SPENT IT SPLENDID THROUGH THE SKY FLYING BEFORE THE SHAFT COULD FLY IT SMOTE EARL HAROLD OVER THE EYE AND THE BLOOD BEGAN TO RUN COLIN STOOD BARE AND WEAPONLESS EARL HAROLD AS IN PAIN STROVE FOR A SMILE PUT HAND TO HEAD STUMBLED AND SUDDENLY FELL DEAD AND THE SMALL WHITE DAISIES ALL WAXED RED WITH THE BLOOD OUT OF HIS BRAIN AND ALL AT THE MARVEL OF THE SWORD CAST LIKE A STONE TO SLAY CRIED OUT SAID ALFRED WHO WOULD SEE SIGNS MUST GIVE ALL THINGS VERILY MAN SHALL NOT TASTE OF VICTORY TILL HE THROWS HIS SWORD AWAY THEN ALFRED PRINCE OF ENGLAND AND ALL THE CHRISTIAN EARLS UNHOOKED THEIR SWORDS AND HELD THEM UP EACH OFFERED TO CALL IN LIKE A CUP OF CHRYSOLUTE AND PEARLS AND THE KING SAID DO THOU TAKE MY SWORD WHO HAVE DONE THIS DEED OF FIRE FOR THIS IS THE MANNER OF CHRISTIAN MEN WHETHER OF STEEL OR PRIESTLY PEN THAT THEY CAST THEIR HEARTS OUT OF THEIR KEN TO GET THEIR HEART'S DESIRE
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