A welcoming of light.
Thither he fared, with falchion bared,
Toward the friendly shine;
Eftsoon he came to where a flame
Did burn within a shrine.
Down on his knee low louted he
Before the cross of wood,
And for her spright he saw that night
Long pray’d he to the Rood.[41]
And as he pray’d, with heart down-weigh’d,