( 103 )



'Pentecost

Sound trumpets through the furthest host !

No whit the storm abates !
The Riders of the Holy Ghost

Are shouting at the gates !



The princeliest houses of the town

Whose very names are strong
Lead forth the liegemen of the crown :

And what shall do them wrong ?
The Banner of the Clouded Stars

Upon our walls is set ;
The Standard of the Golden Bars

With all his peers is met :
These, that we fear and honour most,

Can take no shame or loss. —
The banner of the Holy Ghost,

A dove upon a cross !



Must we who overthrew the lands,

Made desolate the sea,
Against these roving robber bands

Battle so desperately ?
Kinsmen, we fight we know not what,

Our hearts are sick with fear.
And still the dawn upriseth not

To show if help be near.
Now breaks, now flies, the gathered host ;

The royal standard falls :
The Riders of the Holy Ghost

Have stormed the outer walls !

( 104 )



'Pentecost

Now battle from each lane and street

Bursts on the shrieking town,
And under its pursuing feet

Our lords are trodden down.
Dead by his house the burgher falls,

Unsceptred lies the king ;
The Riders fire the city halls,

And as they slay they sing :
' O fallen is their pride, their boast,

The city of their love !
Ho, brothers of the Holy Ghost,

Follow the flying Dove ! '



( i°S )



The 'Expose of Our Lady

DIRGE

Come, squires, no more your lasses entertain,
But hither, hither ! join our mournful train ;

O measurably come, with footing sad !
Come musically, fluting a low strain ! . ..
