Elene; Judith; Athelstan, or the Fight at Brunanburh; Byrhtnoth, or the Fight at Maldon; and the Dream of the Rood - Anglo-Saxon Poems by Anonymous
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They hastily thát did soon perform
And him with honor then led they up From out of the prison as them the queen bade. 715 Stepped they then to the place, the firm-in-mind, Upon the hill on which the Lord Before was hanged, heaven-kingdom's Ward, God's child, on the cross, and yet knew he not well, Weakened by hunger, where the holy rood 720 Through cunning of foe[1] enclosed in earth, 721-2 Long firm in its bed concealed from men, Remained in its grave. Now raised he his voice, Unmindful[2] of might, and in Hebrew he spake: 725 "Saviour Lord, thou hast power of rule, And thou didst create through the might of thy glory Heaven and earth and the boisterous sea, The ocean's wide bosom, all creatures alike, And thou didst measure with thine own hands 730 All the globe of the earth and the heaven above, And thou thyself sittest, Wielder of victories, Above the noblest order of angels, That fly through the air encircled with light, Great might of glory. There mankind may not 735 From the paths of earth ascend on high In bodily form with thát bright host, Heralds of glory. These wroughtest thou, And for thíne own service thém didst thou set, Holy and heavenly. Of these in the choir 740 In joy eternal six are named, Who are surrounded with six wings apiece, [With them are] adorned, [and] fair they shine. |
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