And straight himself disposed that task to undertake.
Towards the burial-ground he turned his steps amain,
The money in his breast, to seek the stranger, fain.
He walked about the ground, right, left, and everywhere.
No second soul was seen; the minstrel only there.275
Thought he: “This cannot be my quest.” So, off again
He wandered; still no other offered; this was plain.
He said within himself: “The Lord of servant spake,
Devout, approved, accepted, loved for God’s own sake.
An ancient minstrel this. Of God can he be loved?