The voice of women, calling shrill
Upon the Saviour's name.
And "Hide! oh, hide!" the monks all cried,
"Nor meet such foes as these!"
"Be still," he said, "hide if ye will,
Live on, and take your ease!
By my Lord's death, my latest breath,
Like His, shall speak of peace!"
He strode along the dusky aisle,
And flung the church doors wide;