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And there came to his chrism loosing Lords of all lands afar, And a line was drawn north westerly That set King Egbert's empire free, Giving all lands by the northern sea To the sons of the northern star. AND THERE CAME TO HIS CHRISTEN LOOSING LORD OF ALL LANDS AFAR AND A LINE WAS DRAWN NORTH WESTERLY THAT SET KING EBBERT'S EMPIRE FREE GIVING ALL LANDS BY THE NORTHERN SEA TO THE SONS OF THE NORTHERN STAR
ing of the spears, We set a sign on Guthrum To blaze a thousand years. Where the high saddles jostle And the horse-tails toss, There rose to the birds flying A roar of dead and dying; In deafness and strong crying We signed him with the cross. Far out to the winding river The blood ran down for days, When we put the cross on Guthrum In the parting of the ways. BOOK VIII. THE SCOURING OF THE HORSE In the years of the peace of Wessex, When the good King sat at home; Years following on that bloody boon When she that stands above the moon Stood above death at Ethandune And saw his kingdom come-- When the pagan people of the sea Fled to their palisades, Nailed there with javelins to cling And wonder smote the pirate king, And brought him to his christening And the end of all his raids. (For not till the night's blue slate is wiped Of its last star utterly, And fierce new signs writ there to read, Shall eyes with such amazement heed, As when a great man knows indeed A greater thing than he.)  BOOK EIGHT OF THE BALLAD OF THE WHITE HORSE BY G CHESTERTON THIS LIVER OF OX RECORDING IS IN THE PUBLIC DOMAIN BOOK EIGHT THE SCORING OF THE HORSE IN THE YEARS OF THE PEACE OF WESSEX WHEN THE GOOD KING SAT AT HOME YEARS FOLLOWING ON THAT BLOODY BOON WHEN SHE THAT STANDS ABOVE THE MOON STOOD ABOVE DEATH AT ETHELDON AND SAW HIS KINGDOM COME WHEN THE PAGAN PEOPLE OF THE SEAS FLED TO THEIR PALISADES NAILED THERE WITH JAVELINS TO CLING AND WONDER SMOTE THE PIRATE KING AND BROUGHT HIM TO HIS CHRISTENING AT THE END OF ALL HIS RAIDS FOR NOT TILL THE NIGHT'S BLUE SLATE IS WIPED OF ITS LAST STAR UTTERLY AND FIERCE NEW SIGNS WRIT THERE TO READ SHALL EYES WITH SUCH AMAZEMENT HEED AS WHEN A GREAT MAN KNOWS INDEED A GREATER THING THAN HE
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