Will bring sweet gain, for you sweet gain.

Pax vobiscum, my child; Pax vobiscum!

Heaven's peace, dear maid, be thine,

For evermore!

Go seek its home at good St. Hilda's shrine;

In holy mother's ears thy sorrows pour;

 

 

 Rowena Enters a Convent. 

 'Twas thus the holy friar of Senlac spoke. His words the flood gates burst And tears like rain On land whose fissures stand agape with thirst, Now filled her soul with joy intense as pain Before. At length her whispered thanks the silence broke. 

'Twas thus the holy friar of Senlac spoke.

His words the flood gates burst

And tears like rain

On land whose fissures stand agape with thirst,

Now filled her soul with joy intense as pain

 Within Old Ragnor's walls a chapel stood; And there, in crypt below, With Warre's proud race, His gentle wife they laid, while monks with slow And solemn steps, with incense filled the place. The stern knight's sob was heard throughout the holy rood. 

Within Old Ragnor's walls a chapel stood;

And there, in crypt below,

With Warre's proud race,

His gentle wife they laid, while monks with slow

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