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“I mounted now the rocky height;
Ere I commenced the fearful fight,
There knelt I to the infant Lord,
And pardon for my sins implored.
Then in the holy fane I placed
My shining armor round my waist,
My right hand grasped my javelin,
The fight then went I to begin;
Instructions gave my squires among,
Commanding them to tarry there;
Then on my steed I nimbly sprung,
And gave my spirit to God’s care.”

“Soon as I reached the level plain,
My dogs found out the scent amain;
My frightened horse soon reared on high,–
His fear I could not pacify,
For, coiled up in a circle, lo!
There lay the fierce and hideous foe,
Sunning himself upon the ground.
Straight at him rushed each nimble hound;
Yet thence they turned, dismayed and fast,
When he his gaping jaws op’d wide,
Vomited forth his poisonous blast,
And like the howling jackal cried.”

“But soon their courage I restored;
They seized with rage the foe abhorred,
While I against the beast’s loins threw
My spear with sturdy arm and true:
But, powerless as a bulrush frail,
It bounded from his coat of mail;
And ere I could repeat the throw,
My horse reeled wildly to and fro
Before his basilisk-like look,
And at his poison-teeming breath,–
Sprang backward, and with terror shook,
While I seemed doomed to certain death.”

“Then from my steed I nimbly sprung,
My sharp-edged sword with vigor swung;
Yet all in vain my strokes I plied,–
I could not pierce his rock-like hide.
His tail with fury lashing round,
Sudden he bore me to the ground.
His jaws then opening fearfully,
With angry teeth he struck at me;
But now my dogs, with wrath new-born,
Rushed on his belly with fierce bite,
So that, by dreadful anguish torn,
He howling stood before my sight.”

“And ere he from their teeth was free,
I raised myself up hastily,
The weak place of the foe explored,
And in his entrails plunged my sword,
Sinking it even to the hilt;
Black gushing forth, his blood was spilt.
Down sank he, burying in his fall
Me with his body’s giant ball,
So that my senses quickly fled;
And when I woke with strength renewed,
The dragon in his blood lay dead,
While round me grouped my squires all stood.”

The joyous shouts, so long suppressed,
Now burst from every hearer’s breast,
Soon as the knight these words had spoken;
And ten times ‘gainst the high vault broken,
The sound of mingled voices rang,
Re-echoing back with hollow clang.
The Order’s sons demand, in haste,
That with a crown his brow be graced,
And gratefully in triumph now
The mob the youth would bear along
When, lo! the master knit his brow,
And called for silence ‘mongst the throng.

And said, “The dragon that this land
Laid waste, thou slew’st with daring hand;
Although the people’s idol thou,
The Order’s foe I deem thee now.
Thy breast has to a fiend more base
Than e’en this dragon given place.
The serpent that the heart most stings,
And hatred and destruction brings,
That spirit is, which stubborn lies,
And impiously cast off the rein,
Despising order’s sacred ties;
‘Tis that destroys the world amain.”

“The Mameluke makes of courage boast,
Obedience decks the Christian most;
For where our great and blessed Lord
As a mere servant walked abroad,
The fathers, on that holy ground,
This famous Order chose to found,
That arduous duty to fulfil
To overcome one’s own self-will!
‘Twas idle glory moved thee there:
So take thee hence from out my sight!
For who the Lord’s yoke cannot bear,
To wear his cross can have no right.”

A furious shout now raise the crowd,
The place is filled with outcries loud;
The brethren all for pardon cry;
The youth in silence droops his eye–
Mutely his garment from him throws,
Kisses the master’s hand, and–goes.
But he pursues him with his gaze,
Recalls him lovingly, and says:
“Let me embrace thee now, my son!
The harder fight is gained by thee.
Take, then, this cross–the guerdon won
By self-subdued humility.”