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Work and wait!
The regulars walked as men by hemlock drugged
But late, as now the seculars. Hope nigh dead
A beam went through the mist. 'Twas Hanno's work:
A sudden sickness seized him at Cologne,
His pastoral charge. Within St. Martin's Church
The monks sang matins. From his bed he crawled:
Knelt at the casement, listened, made resolve;
Restored, within a week he sped true monks
To those fair convents twain, Siegberg and Saalfield:
Reform descended on them hundred-handed
And each hand sceptred! Fast the example spread;
New convents rose; the sterner was the rule
The readier loyal hearts to bow before it.
‘Touch thou thy mountain-tops, and they shall smoke.’
The hand of God had touched the heights. Ere long
The lowlands caught the flame.
The regulars walked as men by hemlock drugged
But late, as now the seculars. Hope nigh dead
A beam went through the mist. 'Twas Hanno's work:
A sudden sickness seized him at Cologne,
His pastoral charge. Within St. Martin's Church
The monks sang matins. From his bed he crawled:
Knelt at the casement, listened, made resolve;
Restored, within a week he sped true monks
To those fair convents twain, Siegberg and Saalfield:
Reform descended on them hundred-handed
And each hand sceptred! Fast the example spread;
New convents rose; the sterner was the rule
The readier loyal hearts to bow before it.
‘Touch thou thy mountain-tops, and they shall smoke.’
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The lowlands caught the flame.
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