English Literature for Boys and Girls by H. E. (Henrietta Elizabeth) Marshall
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and other poets followed.
We need not wonder, perhaps, that our poetry is a splendor of the world when we remember that it is rooted in these grand old tales, and that it awoke to life through the singing of a strong son of the soil, a herdsman and a poet. We know very little of this first of English poets, but what we do know makes us love him. He must have been a gentle, humble, kindly man, tender of heart and pure of mind. Of his birth we know nothing; of his life little except the story which has been told. And when death came to him, he met it cheerfully as he had lived. For some days he had been ill, but able still to walk and talk. But one night, feeling that the end of life for him was near, he asked the brothers to give to him for the last time the Eucharist, or sacrament of the Lord's Supper. "They answered, 'What need of the Eucharist? for you are not likely to die, since you talk so merrily with us, as if you were in perfect health.' "'However,' said he, 'bring me the Eucharist.' "Having received the same into his hand, he asked whether they were all in charity with him, and without any enmity or rancour. "They answered that they were all in perfect charity and free from anger; and in their turn asked him whether he was in the same mind towards them. |
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