So that the holy Bernard bared his feet, 79
The first to start, and for such peace so tried,
That slow he thought his pace, though it was fleet.
O wealth unknown, true good that doth abide! 82
Ægidius bared his feet, Sylvester too,
Following the Bridegroom, so they loved the Bride.
Then went that Father and that Master true 85
With that his Bride and that his family,
Who round their loins the lowly girdle drew;
Nor was faint heart betrayed in downcast eye, 88