And so loud these Saxon gleemen Sang to slaves the songs of freemen, That the storm was heard but faintly,

Knocking at the castle-gates.

Till at length the lays they chanted Reached the chamber terror-haunted, Where the monk, with accents holy,

Whispered at the baron's ear.

Tears upon his eyelids glistened,
As he paused awhile and listened,
And the dying baron slowly

Turned his weary head to hear.

66 Wassail for the kingly stranger Born and cradled in a manger !

King, like David, priest, like Aaron,

Christ is born to set us free !"

And the lightning showed the sainted
Figures on the casement painted,
And exclaimed the shuddering baron,

“ Miserere, Domine!”

In that hour of deep contrition,
He beheld, with clearer vision,
Through all outward show and fashion,

Justice, the Avenger, rise.

All the pomp of earth had vanished,
Falsehood and deceit were banished,
Reason spake more loud than passion,

And the truth wore no disguise.

Every vassal of his banner,
Every serf born to his manor,
All those wronged and wretched creatures,

By his hand were freed again.

And, as on the sacred missal
He recorded their dismissal,
Death relaxed his iron features,

And the monk replied, “ Amen!”

Many centuries have been numbered
Since in death the baron slumbered
By the convent's sculptured portal,

Mingling with the common dust :

But the good deed, through the ages
Living in historic pages,
Brighter grows and gleams immortal,

Unconsumed by moth or rust.

RAIN IN SUMMER.

How beautiful is the rain !

After the dust and heat,
In the broad and fiery street,
In the narrow lane,

How beautiful is the rain !

How it clatters along the roofs, Like the tramp of hoofs !

How it gushes and struggles out
From the throat of the overflowing spout !
Across the window pane
It pours and pours;
And swift and wide,
With a muddy tide,
Like a river down the gutter roars
The rain, the welcome rain !

The sick man from his chamber looks
At the twisted brooks ;

He can feel the cool

Breath of each little pool;

His fevered brain

Grows calm again,
And he breathes a blessing on the rain.

From the neighbouring school
Come the boys,