A LEGEND OF PORNIC.
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15.
At little pleasant Pornic church,
It chanced, the pavement wanted repair,
Was taken to pieces: left in the lurch,
A certain sacred space lay bare,
And the boys began research.
At little pleasant Pornic church,
It chanced, the pavement wanted repair,
Was taken to pieces: left in the lurch,
A certain sacred space lay bare,
And the boys began research.
16.
'Twas the space where our sires would lay a saint,
A benefactor,—a bishop, suppose;
A baron with armour-adornments quaint;
A dame with chased ring and jewelled rose,
Things sanctity saves from taint:
'Twas the space where our sires would lay a saint,
A benefactor,—a bishop, suppose;
A baron with armour-adornments quaint;
A dame with chased ring and jewelled rose,
Things sanctity saves from taint:
17.
So we come to find them in after-days
When the corpse is presumed to have done with gauds
Of use to the living, in many ways:
For the boys get pelf, and the town applauds,
And the church deserves the praise.
So we come to find them in after-days
When the corpse is presumed to have done with gauds
Of use to the living, in many ways:
For the boys get pelf, and the town applauds,
And the church deserves the praise.
18.
They grubbed with a will: and at length—O cor
Humanum, pectora cæca, and the rest!—
They found—no gauds they were prying for,
No ring, no rose, but—who would have guessed?—
A double Louis-d'or!
They grubbed with a will: and at length—O cor
Humanum, pectora cæca, and the rest!—
They found—no gauds they were prying for,
No ring, no rose, but—who would have guessed?—
A double Louis-d'or!
