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Moist from her pencil, tempting scenes arise ;
Ah dearest boy ! warn'd by experience, now
KING HENRY V. and the HERMIT of
While Henry V.lay at the siege of Dreux, an honest Hermit unknown to him, came and told him the great evils he brought on Christendom by his unjust ambition, who usurped the kingdom of France, against all manner of right, and contrary to the will of God; wherefore in his holy name he threatened him with a severe and sudden punishment; if he desisted not from his enterprize. Henry took this exhortation either as an idle whimsey, or a suggestion of the Dauphin's, and was but the more confirmed in his design. But the blow soon followed the threatening ; for within some fero months after, he was smitten with a strange and incurable disease,
He past unquestioned thro' the camp,
Their heads the soldiers bent In silent reverence, or begg'd
A blessing as he went ; And so the Hermit past along
And reach'd the royal tent.
King Henry sate in his tent alone
before him lay,
To grace the future day.
King Henry lifted up his eyes
The intruder to behold,
For he was very old,
eye was bold.
Repent thee, Henry, of the wrongs
That thou hast done this land, O King repent in time, for know
The judgement is at hand.
I have past forty years of peace
Beside the river Blaise,
Laid on my latter days.
I used to see along the stream
The white sail sailing down, That wafted food in better times
To yonder peaceful town.
Henry! I never now behold
The white sail sailing down ; Famine, Disease, and Death and Thou
Destroy that wretched town.
I used to hear the traveller's voice
As here he past along,
Singing her even-song.
I never hear the traveller's voice,
In fear he hastens by,
In vain for succour cry.
I used to see the youths row here
And watch the dripping oar, As pleasantly their viols tones
Came softened to the shore.
King Henry many a blacken'd corpse
I now see floating down!
And leave this leagerd town.
I shall go on, King Henry cried
And conquer this good land, Seest thou not Hermit that the Lord Has given it to my
The Hermit heard King Henry-speak
And angrily look'd down, His face was gentle and for that
More solemn was his frown.
What if no miracle from heaven
The murderers arm controul, Think you for that the weight of blood
Lies lighter on his soul?
Thou conqueror King repent in time
Or dread the coming woe, For Henry thou hast heard the threat
And soon shalt feel the blow.
King Henry forced a careless smile,
As the Hermit went his way ; But Henry soon remembered him
Upon his dying day