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He wore upon his helm,

A wreath of ruddy gold;

And that gave him the Maidens Three,
The youngest was fair to behold.

Sir Oluf questioned the Knight eftsoon If he were come from heaven down; "Art thou Christ of Heaven," quoth he, "So will I yield me unto thee."

"I am not Christ the Great,

Thou shalt not yield thee yet;

I am an Unknown Knight,

Three modest Maidens have me bedight."

"Art thou a Knight elected,

And have three Maidens thee bedight;

So shalt thou ride a tilt this day,

For all the Maidens' honor!"

The first tilt they together rode

They put their steeds to the test; The second tilt they together rode, They proved their manhood best.

The third tilt they together rode,
Neither of them would yield;
The fourth tilt they together rode,
They both fell on the field.

Now lie the lords upon the plain,
And their blood runs unto death;
Now sit the Maidens in the high tower,
The youngest sorrows till death.

THE

CHILDREN

OP

THE LORD'S SUPPER.

FROM THE SWEDISH OF BISHOP TEGNÉR.

THE

CHILDREN OF THE LORD'S SUPPER.

PENTECOST, day of rejoicing, had come. The

church of the village

Gleaming stood in the morning's sheen. On the spire of the belfry,

Tipped with a vane of metal, the friendly flames of the Spring-sun

Glanced like the tongues of fire, beheld by Apos

tles aforetime.

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