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The invader quelled, Anna and Kenwalk on their homeward way Rode by the grave of saintly Sigebert, King Anna's predecessor. Kenwalk spake: 'Some say the people keep but memory scant Of benefits: I trust the things I see: I never passed that tomb but round it knelt A throng of supplicants! King Sigebert Conversed, men say, with prophet and with seer: I never loved that sort:--who wills can dream-- Yet what I see I see.' 'They pray for him,' Anna replied, 'who perished for their sake: Long years he lived recluse at Edmondsbury, A tonsured monk: around its walls one day Arose that cry, "The Mercian, and his host! Forth, holy King, and lead, as thou wert wont, Thy people to the battle, lest they die!" Again I see him riding at their head, Lifting a cross, not sword. The battle lost, Again I see him fall.' With rein drawn tight King Kenwalk mused; then smote his hands, and cried 'My father would have died like Sigebert! He lacked but the occasion!' After pause, Sad-faced, with bitter voice he spake once more: 'Such things as these I might have learned at home! I shunned my father's house lest fools might say, 'He thinks not his own thoughts.' Thus month by month, Though Faith which 'comes by hearing' had not come To Kenwalk yet, not less since sight he used In honest sort, and resolute to learn, God shewed him memorable things and great Which sight unblest discerns not, tutoring thus A kingly spirit to a kingly part: Before him near it lay. The morrow morn Great tidings came: in Wessex war was raised: Kenwalk, departing thus to Anna spake, To Anna, and his consort: 'Well I know What thanks are those the sole your hearts could prize:' With voice that shook he added: 'Man am I That make not pledge: yet, if my father's God Sets free my father's realm----' again he paused; Then westward rode alone. Well planned, fought well (For Kenwalk, of the few reverse makes wise, From him had put his youth's precipitance) That virtuous warfare triumphed. Swift as fire The news from Sherburne and from Winbourne flashed To Sarum, Chertsey, Malmsbury. That delight On earth the nearest to religious joy,
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