Quid facient milites <g>Christi</g> tot hostium cuneis tarn atrociter vallati! Ecce foris pugnæ, et intus timores! Non enim possunt ab intus fratres divinis officiis, præ ingratorum hostium insolentia, consueta veneratione interesse: Luget <g>Martha</g> quia pascere non permittitur: dolet <g>Maria</g> quia sanctæ refectionis epulis privatur; et præterea nimis timet ne in infirmioribus membris suis alicujus culpæ dehonestetur.] The result of this, after two years’ residence at Hereford, was the foundation of the new monastery at Gloucester; but which it was at first intended should be only a <g>cell</g>, dependent on the Mother-Church on the Honddy. But inured to this species of daily warfare--familiar with the dangers of their position, and strong in the belief that they were objects of regard in the eyes of Him who would assuredly carry them, as he did the faithful of old, through all their troubles--they are said to have left the scene of their trials and privations with reluctance; and to have declared that the gardens of Hereford, and the vineyards of Gloucester, had no attractions for them like the barren rocks of “Ewias and the Honddy:”-- And when at last these holy men, With lingering step and slow, Had wound their way along the glen Where <g>Honddy’s</g>[337] waters flow, They halted--gazed--and heaved a sigh, And dropt a parting tear-- “Oh, never till this hour,” they cry, “Was <g>Ewias’</g> vale so dear! Through richer lands our feet may roam-- But long our hearts will pine, And feel they have no earthly home But Honddy’s hallowed shrine! Oh, Blessed <g>Mary</g>, shield us well! And, when the storm is past, Grant we beside that hallowed <g>cell</g> May lay our bones at last.” The prayer was heard--their labours o’er, Behold their nameless bier, Beneath the <g>Chancel’s</g> grassy floor, Where pilgrims drop the tear! The simple daisy loves the spot, And there, the leafy June Strews many a sweet _Forget-me-not_ Beneath the dewy moon. And hallowed--hallowed be the ground Where sleep the good and brave, Decked by the firstlings of the Spring, And soothed by Honddy’s wave! &c.