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Said Friar Yves God will bless	A
Saint Louis' other worldliness	B
Whatever the fate be still I fare	C
To fight for the Holy Sepulcher	C
If I survive I shall return	D
With precious things from Palestine	E
Gold for my purse spices and wine	E
Glory to wear among my kin	F
Fame as a warrior I shall win	F
But otherwise if I am slain	G
In Jesus' cause my soul shall earn	D
Immortal life washed white from sin	F
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Said Friar Yves Come what will	H
Riches and glory death and woe	I
At dawn to Palestine I go	I
Whether I live or die I gain	G
To fly the tepid good and ill	H
Of daily living in Champagne	G
Where those who reach salvation lose	J
The treasures raptures of the earth	K
Captured possessed and made to serve	L
The gospel love of Jesus' birth	K
Sacrifice death where even those	M
Passing from pious works and prayer	C
To paradise are not received	N
As those who battled strove and lived	O
And periled bodies as I choose	J
To peril mine and thus to use	P
Body and soul to build the throne	Q
Of Louis the Saint where Joseph's care	C
Lay Jesus under a granite stone	Q
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Then Friar Yves buckled on	R
His breastplate and at break of dawn	S
With crossboy halberd took his way	T
Walked without resting without pause	U
Till the sun hovered at midday	T
Over a tree of glistening leaves	V
Where a spring gurgled Hunger gnaws	U
My stomach whispered Friar Yves	W
If I he sighed could only gain	G
Like yonder spring an inner source	X
Of life and need not dew or rain	G
Of human love or human friends	Y
And thus accomplish my soul's ends	Y
Within myself No said the friar	C
There is one water and one fire	C
There is one Spirit which is God	Z
And what are we but streams and springs	A2
Through which He takes His wanderings	A2
Lord I am weak I am afraid	B2
Show me the way the friar prayed	B2
Where do I flow and to what end	C2
Am I of Thee or do I blend	C2
Hereafter with Thee	D2
	-
Yves heard	E2
While praying sounds as when the sod	Z
Teems with a swarm of insect things	A2
He dropped his halberd to look down	F2
And then his waking vision blurred	E2
As one before a light will frown	F2
His inner ear was caught and stirred	E2
By voices then the chestnut tree	D2
Became a step beside a throne	Q
Breathless he lay and fearfully	H
While on his brain a vision shone	Q
Said a Great Voice of sweetest tone	Q
The time has come when I must take	G2
The form of man for mankind's sake	G2
This drama is played long enough	H2
By creatures who have naught of me	D2
Save what comes up from foam of the sea	D2
To crawling moss or swimming weeds	I2
At last to man From heaven in flame	J2
Pure whole and vital down I fly	H
And take a mortal's form and name	J2
And labor for the race's needs	I2
Then Friar Yves dreamed the sky	H
Flushed like a bride's face rosily	H
And shot to lightning from its bloom	K2
The world leaped like a babe in the womb	K2
And choral voices from heaven's cope	L2
Circled the earth like singing stars	M2
O wondrous hope O sweetest hope	L2
O passion realized at last	N2
O end of hunger fear and wars	O2
O victory over the bottomless vast	N2
Valley of Death	P2
	-
A silence fell	H
Broke by the voice of Gabriel	H
Music may follow this O Lord	Q2
Music I hear I hear discord	Q2
Through ages yet to be as well	H
There will be wars because of this	R2
And wars will come in its despite	S2
It's noon on the world now blackest night	S2
Will follow soon And men will miss	R2
The meaning Lord There will be strife	T2
'Twixt Montanist and Ebionite	S2
Gnostic Mithraist Manichean	Q
'Twixt Christian and the Saracen	Q
There will be war to win the place	U2
Where you bend death to sovereign life	T2
Armed kings will battle for the grace	U2
Of rulership for power and gold	S2
In the name of Jesus Men will hold	S2
Conclaves of swords to win surcease	U2
Of doctrines of the Prince of Peace	U2
The seed is good Lord make the ground	S2
Good for the seed you scatter round	S2
	-
Said the Great Voice of sweetest tone	Q
The gardener sprays his plants and trees	U2
To drive out lice and stop disease	U2
After the spraying fruit is grown	Q
Ruddy and plump The shortened eyes	U2
Of men can see this end although	I
Leaves wither or a whole tree dies	U2
From what the gardener does to grow	I
Apples and plums of sweeter flesh	V2
The gardener lives outside the tree	D2
The gardener knows the tree can see	D2
What cure is needed plans afresh	V2
An end foreseen and there's the will	H
Wherewith the gardener may fulfil	H
The orchard's destiny	D2
	-
So He spake	G2
And Friar Yves seemed to wake	G2
But did not wake and only sunk	W2
Into another dreaming state	S2
Wherein he saw a woman's form	X2
Leaning against the chestnut's trunk	W2
Her body was virginal white and straight	S2
And glowed like a dawning golden warm	X2
Behind a robe of writhing green	Q
As when a rock's wall makes a screen	Q
Whereon the crisscross reflect moves	U2
Of circling water under the rays	U2
Of April sunlight through the sprays	U2
Of budding branches in willow groves	U2
A liquid mosaic of green and gold	S2
Thus was her robe	Y2
	-
But to behold	S2
Her face was to forget the youth	Z2
Of her white bosom All her hair	C
Was tangled serpents she did wear	C
A single eye in the middle brow	C
Her cheeks were shriveled and one tooth	Z2
Stuck from shrunken gums A bough	C
O'ershadowed her the while she gripped	S2
A pail in either hand One dripped	S2
Clear water one ethereal fire	C
Then to the Graia spoke the friar	C
Have mercy Tell me your desire	C
And what you are	C
	-
Then the Graia said	S2
My body is Nature and my head	S2
Is Man and God has given me	D2
A seeing spirit strong and free	D2
Though by a single eye as even	Q
Man has one vision at a time	A3
I lift my pails up mark them well	H
With this fire I will burn up heaven	Q
And with this water I will quench	B3
The flames of hell's remotest trench	B3
That men may work in righteousness	U2
Not for the fears of an after hell	H
Nor for the rewards which heaven will bless	U2
The soul with when the mountains nod	S2
And the sun darkens but for love	C3
Of Man and Life and love of God	S2
Now look	D3
	-
She dashed the pail of fire	C
Against the vault of heaven It fell	H
As would a canopy of blue	H
Burned by a soldier's careless torch	E3
She dashed the water into hell	H
And a great steam rose up with the smell	H
Of gaseous coals which seemed to scorch	E3
All things which on the good earth grew	H
Now said the Graia loiterer	H
Awake from slumber rise and speed	S2
To fight for the Holy Sepulcher	H
Nothing is left but Life indeed	S2
I have burned heaven I have quenched hell	H
	-
Friar Yves no longer slept	S2
Friar Yves awoke and wept	S2

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