The kings of Brittany are not;
The land to strangers sold.
‘Merlin the fool!’ now shout the folk,
And pelt, with scoffings bold.”
“Poor innocent, return to God,
Who pity has on thee,
And rest thy weariness on him
Who died on Calvary.”
“Ah, then in him I will confide,
Will he but pardon me.”
“Pardon from him do I pronounce:
The Blessed One in Three.”
“A cry of joy my heart sends forth,
To honor heaven’s high King;
And through eternal ages I
His praise will ever sing.”
“Go, Christian soul, and may his angels
O’er thee spread their wing.”