Even such as your faint voice may wake:
Praise ye the Lord in His temple for the Lord His sake,
EPILOGUE
Even thus, O ye whom God loves well,
In days of yore these things befell
All truly, though some hold it for a fable.
But go ye to Maestricht, an ye be able,
And in the Converted Sinners shall ye see
The grave of Emma, and there all three
The rings be hung above her grave.