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WRATISLAW.
37
Here is gold for thy long journey;
in the court two horses chafe;
‘One for thee, one for the body;
homeward now; thy path is safe”’
Now the three, in distant mansion,
round a coffin kneeling sigh,
Kneeling round a little coffin;
and the lid they lift on high.
Now the three with eyes tear-moisten’d,
praising God’s all-gracious might.
On a little corpse are gazing,
which to slumber seems in sight.
Tender is that corpse and lovely;
and its lovely angel gaze
To them, as they look upon it,
silently, but plainly, says:
‘Rightly was I nam’d, and rightly
Wratislaw hath been my name;
‘For in times of desolation,
when my House to ruin came,
‘Through my deed and God’s assistance
glory back return’d and fame.’
