'Then when one host met the other: Ah! that was indeed a fight, And the knights who were with the Baruch they fought all as men of might, And there in the field by Bagdad full many a shield was pierced, As they flew each one on the other, and they mingled in charges fierce, 750 And banner was mixed with banner, many fell who had bravely fought, And my lord's hand it did such wonders that his foemen became as nought, But Ipomidon he came riding, and with death would reward the knight, And he smote him down, and I think me many thousands they saw that sight.' 'For my master, free from falsehood, rode against Alexandria's king, 755 But, alas! for the guile of the heathen, this joust but his death should bring, For the spear cut sheer thro' the helmet, and it pierced thro' my master's brain (In his head did they find the splinters), yet the hero still held the rein, And dying he rode from the combat, o'er a wide plain his way he'ld take, And his chaplain he knelt above him, and in few words his shrift he spake. 760 And he sent here the shift and the spear-blade that hath robbed us of our friend, He died free from sin--us his servants he did to the queen commend!' 'At Bagdad was the hero buried, and the Baruch the cost would pay, With gold is it fair to look on, and rich is the tomb alway; And many a costly jewel doth gleam where he lies at rest, 765 And embalmed was the fair young body (sad was many a faithful breast); And the grave-stone it is a ruby, and thro' it he shineth clear, And they granted us as with martyrs, the cross o'er his tomb to rear,-- For as Christ by His death hath freed us, and to comfort that soul so brave, And for shelter we raised the symbol--And the Baruch the cost he gave. 770 For the cross was of emerald wroughten: heathen counsel we asked it not, For they know not the Cross, nor the blessing that Christ's death won for us I wot! And the heathen they pray unto him as if he were a god in truth, Nor they do it the Cross to honour, nor hath Baptism taught them ruth (Tho' it looseneth _us_ from Hell's fetters when the uttermost day shall dawn), 775 But his knightly faith and honour, who leaveth us here forlorn, Have wrought him a place in Heaven where he shineth with Heaven's light, And true penitence and confession--for falsehood e'er fled that knight.'