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omed men that stand between two Fates, On one side right, on one side miracles! Brethren, the chief of miracles is this, That knowing what ye know ye know no more: Ye know long since that Oswald is a Saint: Ye know the sins of Saints are sins forgiven: What then? Shall man revenge where God forgives? Be wroth with those He loves? Ye, seeing much, See not the sun at noontide! God last night Sent you in love a miracle of love To quell in you a miracle of wrath:-- Discern its import true! Sum up the past! Thus much is sure: we heard those thunder peals Unheard by hind or shepherd, near or far: 'Tis sure not less that light the shepherds saw We saw not; neither we nor yet the Queen What then? Is God not potent to divulge The thing He wills, or hide it? Brethren, God Shrouding from us that beam far dwellers saw Admonished us perchance that far is near; That ofttimes distance makes intelligible What, nigh at hand, is veiled. This too He taught, That when Northumbrian foot our Mercia spurned The men who saw that ruin saw not all: The light of Christ drew near us in that hour; His pillar o'er us stood, and in our midst: The pang, the shame, were transient. See the whole!' The old man paused a space, and then resumed: 'Brethren, that day our country suffered wrong: One day she may inflict it. Years may bring The aggressor of past time a penitent grief; The wronged may meet her penitence with scorn Guiltier through malice than her foe's worst rage: Were it not well to leave that time unborn Magnanimous ensample? Hard it were To lay in Mercian earth the unforgiven: _Wholly_ to pardon--that I deem not hard. My voice is this: forgive we Oswald's sin, And lay his relics in our costliest shrine!' Thus spake the aged man. That self-same eve, The western sun descending, while the church, Grey shaft transfigured by the glow divine, Grey wall in flame of light pacific washed, Shone out all golden like that flower all gold Which shoots through sunset airs an arrowy beam, In charity perfected moved the monks, No longer sad, a long procession forth, With foreheads smoothed as by the kiss of death And eyes like eyes of Saints from death new risen, Bearing the relics of Northumbria's King, Oswald, th
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