That stirs the ripening corn.
“And the knight, who had bowed not for prince or peer,
Bent low as to holy rood,
For well he wist ’twas our Lord Himself
Who there before him stood.
“‘I give thee My blessing,’ our Saviour said,
As the warrior bowed his knee;
‘What thou didst to the poor and outcast man,
Thou hast done it unto Me.
“‘Henceforth shall men call thee My chosen knight,