The Hood River glacier. (Hood River, Or.) 1889-1933, 1914-11-26

From Blois to Senlis wave by wave
rolled on the Norman food,
And Frank on Frank went drifting
down the wetering tide of blood.
There was not left in all the land a
castle'wall to fire;
A wife but walled lord, child but
mourned a sire.
To Charles, their king, the Mitred
Monks, the mailed Bar0ns flew,
While shaking earth behind them
strode the thunder march of Rou.
20 King" then cried these Barons
bold, Sin vain are mace and mail;
We fall before the Norman axe like
corn before the hail.
And vainly cried those pious Monks
''By Mary's shrine we kneel,
For prayers like arrows glance aside
against the Norman steel.
Then cried King Charles. where thous-
ands fail what king can stand alone
The strength of Kings is in the men
that gather round the throne.
When war dismays my Barons bold tits
time for war to cease;
When Heaven forsakes my pious
Monks the will of Heaven is peace.
Go forth. my Monks, with mass and
rood the Norman camp unto
And to the fold with shepherds
crook. entIce this grizzly Rou.
ON give him all the ocean coast from
Michael Mount to Eure;
And Gille, my fairest child. as bride,
to bind him fast and sure.
If he but kneel to Christ our God and
sheathe has Paynim sword.
And hold the lands | cannot keep, a
fef from Charles, his Lord. y
Forth went the pastors of the church
the shepherds work TO do,
And wrap the golden fleece around
the tiger loins of Rou.
Psalm-c chanting came the shaven Monks
within that camp of dread,
Where midst his warriors Norman
Rou stood taller by head.
Out spake Frank Archbishop, then a
Priest devout and sage,
when peace and plenty wait thy
word, what need of war and rage;
Why waste land as fair as aught be-
neath the arch OF Dlue
Which might be thine to sow and
reap" thus saith the king to Rou.
"I'll give him all the ocean coast
from Michael Mount to Eure,
And Gille, my fairest child. as bride,
to bind him fast and sure,
If he but kneel to Christ our God and
sheathe his Paynym sword;
And hold the lands church's son, o
fief from Charles, his lord"
The Norman on his warriors looked; &c
counsel they withdrew.
The saints took pity on the Franks
and moved the soul of Rou.
So back he strobe and thus he spoke tt
that Archbishop meek,
IL take the land thy king bestow:
from Eure to Michael peak;
take the maid, or foul or fair, bar
gain with the coast.
And for they creed, a sea kings gods
are those that give the most.
So HE thee back and tell thy chief tt
make his protfer true,
And he shall find docie son and "
saint in Rou.
Next morning then came Rou the Nor
man, where
Begirt with Barons sat the king en-
thIoned at green st. Clair.
He placed his hand IN Charles hand
loud shouted all the throng;
But tears were in King Charles
eyes, the grip of Rou was strong.
Nov kiss the foot, the Bishop said
that homage still is due.
Then quick the frown and dark The
scowl of that grim convert, Rou.
He takes the foot as if to slavish lipl
to bring;
The Normans scowl, he tilts tn,
throne, and backward falls the king
Loud laugh the joyous Norman; pal,
stare the Franks. aghast;
While Rou lifts up his head as from
the wind springs up the mast.
II said would adore God, but not 1
mortal, too.
The foot that fled before foe, LEI
towards kiss" said Rou.