Where stout King William sought to stay
Duke Robert's rebel pride.
Yet still those Christian precepts blest,
Learned in monastic bower,
Held mastery o'er their rugged breasts,
In war's destructive hour.
And when the piercing cry "to save"
Was heard through battle strife,
Their planted creed of mercy gave
The fallen suppliant life:—
While still the merry Norman song
Rose up prolonged and clear,
Those sombre halls and cells among,
When wintry nights were drear.
For friendship hath a magic spell
The affinities to find,
That in opposing natures dwell,
And link the wayward mind:—
She bade the men of blood, no more
The sons of peace revile,
And woke in haunts of cloistered lore
The sad ascetic's smile.
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NORMAN KNIGHTS AND MONKS OF ELY.
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