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herds on meads and moorlands chill, We saw a glittering Tent beside your gates: Above it, and not far, a pillar stood, All light, and high as heaven!' The abbot answered, 'Fair Sirs, ye dreamed a dream; and sound your sleep Untroubled by the terror of the storm Whereof those woodland fragments witness still, And many a forest patriarch prostrate laid: There rose no pillar by our gates: yon Tent Stood there, and stood alone.' In two hours' space Shepherds arrived, from hills remoter sped, Making the same demand. With eye ill pleased Thus answered brief the prior: 'Friends, ye jest!' And they in wrath departed. Once again Came foresters from Lindsay's utmost bound, On horses blown, and spake: 'O'er yonder Tent, Through all the courses of the long still night, Behold, a shining pillar hovering stood: It rained a glory on your convent walls: It flung a trail of splendour o'er your woods: We watched it hour by hour. Like Oswald's Cross On Heaven-Field planted in the days of old, It waxed in height:--the stars were quenched.' Replied With reddening brows the youngest of those monks, 'Sirs, ye have had your bribe, and told your tale: Depart!' and they departed great in scorn. Long time the brethren sat; discoursed long time Each with his neighbour. 'Craft of man would force Dishonest deed on this our holy House, By miracles suborned;' thus spake the first: The second answered, 'Ay, confederates they! The good Queen knew not of it:' then the third, 'Not so! these men are simple folks, I ween: Nor time for fraud had they. What sail is yon So weather-worn that nears the headland?' Soon A pilot stood before them; at his side A priest, long years an inmate of their House, But late a pilgrim in the Holy Land. Their greetings over, greetings warm and kind, Thus spake the Pilgrim: 'Brothers mine, rejoice; Our God is with us! For our House I prayed Three times with forehead on the Tomb of Christ; Last night there came to me, in visible form, An answer to that prayer. All day our ship, Before a great wind rushed t'ward Mercian shores: To them I turned not: on the East I gazed: "O happy East," I mused, "O Land, true home Of every Christian heart! The Saviour's feet Thy streets, thy cornfields trod! With these compared Our countr
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