A goat, the patriarch of the flock,
Before the kindling pile was laid,
And pierced by Roderick’s ready blade.
Patient the sickening victim eyed
The lifeblood ebb in crimson tide,
Down his clogg’d beard and shaggy limb,
Till darkness glazed his eyeballs dim.
The grisly priest, with murmuring prayer,
A slender crosslet form’d with care,
A cubit’s[182] length in measure due;