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Title: Cornish ballads & other poems
Year: 1904 (1900s)
Authors: Hawker, Robert Stephen, 1803?-1875 Byles, C. E. (Charles Edward), b. 1873
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Publisher: London and New York : J. Lane (etc., etc.)
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
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ards the Awful Child, Then came and stood to rule the peaceful sea. So, too, Lord Jesu from His mighty tomb12 Cast the dear shadow of his red right hand, To soothe the happy South—the angels home. Then let us search the regions, one by one,And pluck this Sangraal from its cloudy cave. So Merlin brought the arrows : graven lots,Shrouded from sight within a quiverd sheath,For choice and guidance in the perilous path,That so the travellers might divide the lands.They met at Lauds, in good Saint Nectans cell,For fast, and vigil, and their knightly vow :Then knelt, and prayed, and all received their God. Now for the silvery arrows! Grasp and hold! Sir Lancelot drew the North: that fell domain,Where fleshly man must brook the airy fiend— 11 (See The Southern Cross, p. 164 stipra.~\ 12 Our Lord was laid in His sepulchre with His head towards thewest: His right hand therefore gave symbolic greeting to the regionof the south: as His left hand reproached and gave a fatal aspect tothe north-
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THE QUEST OF THE SANGRAAL. i8r His battle-foe, the demon—ghastly War !Ho! stout Saint Michael shield them, knight andknave! The South fell softly to Sir Percevals hand: Some shadowy angel breathed a silent sign, That so that blameless man, that courteous knight, Might mount and mingle with the happy host Of Gods white army in their native land. Yea ! they shall woo and soothe him, like the dove. But hark ! the greeting— Tristan for the West! Among the multitudes, his watchful way,The billowy hordes beside the seething sea ;But will the glory gleam in loathsome lands ?Will the lost pearl shine out among the swine ?Woe, father Adam, to thy loins and thee ! Sir Galahad holds the Orient arrows name: His chosen hand unbars the gate of day; There glows that heart, filld with his mothers blood, That rules in every pulse, the world of man; Link of the awful Three, with many a star. O ! blessed East! mid visions such as thine, Twere well to grasp the Sangraal, and die. Now feast and festiv

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