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FRIEDERICH WERNER
The Templars in Cyprus
page 172
Hi II
lilt. liMI-LASs IN CUIUS.
Wa* turned to gold, the Ijord from tho floor lifted,
And «et it in tho fallen outcast's forehead ;
The gold yet in the crucible he fashioned
Into u red-hot kingh crown, and pressed it
Down on his snaky finir until the circlet
Itarnt to tho very bono. Gold chains he twisted
Tight round his neck, well nigh to strangulation ;
And that still iu the tnclting-|ot remaining,
Upon the ground he |ourcd it, cruciform-wise,
So that it formed a Cross, which ho uplifting
I'jion his back laid, and to earth so bent him
11» could not lift his head again for ovt r.
Two Deaths he set as sentinels Imtido him :
One, Death of Life, and Death of Ilojie the other ;
IL- cannot see tho first's sword, yet it smites him,
Hut sees tho other's jmlm, yet it evades him ;
So languishes the outcast Haphometns,
Through years four thousand and moons four and forty,
Till once a Saviour from his own seed risen
Shall como at last, redeem him and deliver.
(7". ADALBERT.) That is tho story of the fallen Master!
With the p»int of hit sirv.n/ he batch t the curtain, and it r»llt up over thr Ik at ltef-re, #o that the demon* hrail beneath it becomrt again visible at befirt.
APAI.I HIT (looking at the haul). How horrible a shape !
Till* III'All (in hollme baie*). Deliver me !
AKMI I MAN. Terrible One, say shall the work begin ?
HIDDEN VOICE.
Ye- '
ARMLP MAN (/•• ADALBERT). Take his throatlet off ! (panting to the head).
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