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"And this is the word of Mary, The word of the world's desire 'No more of comfort shall ye get, Save that the sky grows darker yet And the sea rises higher.'" AND THIS IS THE WORD OF MARY THE WORD OF THE WORLD'S DESIRE NO MORE OF COMFORT SHALL YE GET SAVE THE SKY GROWS DARKER YET AND THE SEA RISES HIGHER
 And between the deep drink and the dead He had fallen upon sleep. "Come not to me, King Alfred, Save always for the ale: Why should my harmless hinds be slain Because the chiefs cry once again, As in all fights, that we shall gain, And in all fights we fail? "Your scalds still thunder and prophesy That crown that never comes; Friend, I will watch the certain things, Swine, and slow moons like silver rings, And the ripening of the plums." And Alfred answered, drinking, And gravely, without blame, "Nor bear I boast of scald or king, The thing I bear is a lesser thing, But comes in a better name. "Out of the mouth of the Mother of God, More than the doors of doom, I call the muster of Wessex men From grassy hamlet or ditch or den, To break and be broken, God knows when, But I have seen for whom. "Out of the mouth of the Mother of God Like a little word come I; For I go gathering Christian men From sunken paving and ford and fen, To die in a battle, God knows when, By God, but I know why. ED AND SAID WERE BROKEN ABOUT ETHELRED AND BETWEEN THE DEEP DRINK AND THE DEAD HE HAD FALLEN UPON SLEEP COME NOT TO ME KING ALFRED SAVE ALWAYS FOR THE EL WHY SHOULD MY HARMLESS HINDS BE SLAIN BECAUSE THE CHIEFS CRY ONCE AGAIN AS IN ALL FIGHT THAT WE SHALL GAIN AND IN ALL FIGHTS WE FAIL YOUR SCOUTS STILL THUNDER AND PROPHESY THAT CROWN THAT NEVER COMES FRIEND I WILL WATCH THE CERTAIN THINGS SWINE AND SLOW MOUNDS LIKE SILVER RINGS AND THE RIPENING OF THE PLUMS AND ALFRED ANSWERED DRINKING AND GRAVELY WITHOUT BLAME NOR BEAR I BOAST OF SCALD OR KING THE THING I BEAR IS A LESSER THING BUT COMES IN A BETTER NAME OUT OF THE MOUTH OF THE MOTHER OF GOD MORE THAN THE DOORS OF DOOM I CALL THE MUSTER OF WESSEX MEN FROM GRASSY HAMLET OR DITCH OR DEN TO BREAK AND BE BROKEN GOD KNOWS WHEN BUT I HAVE SEEN FOR WHOM OUT OF THE MOUTH OF THE MOTHER OF GOD LIKE A LITTLE WORD COME I FOR I GO GATHERING CHRISTIAN MEN FROM SUNKEN PAVING AND FORD AND A FEN TO DIE IN A BATTLE GOD KNOWS WHEN BY GOD BUT I KNOW WHY
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