Of all-disposing Providence, Its will intelligibly shewn, Finds he the Banner in his hand, Without a thought to such intent, Or conscious effort of his own? And no obstruction to prevent His Father's wish and last command! And, thus beset, he heaved a sigh; Remembering his own prophecy Of utter desolation, made To Emily in the yew-tree shade: He sighed, submitting to the power, The might of that prophetic hour. 1815. [163] 1837. ... and, on the second day, He reached a summit whence his eyes 1815. [164] 1837. How Francis had the Banner claimed, And with that charge had disappeared; 1815. [165] 1837. Behold the Ensign in his hand! 1815. [166] 1837. ... freight I bear; It weakens me, my heart hath bled Till it is weak--but you beware, Nor do ... 1815. [167] 1837. Which ... 1815. [168] 1820. ... with a Warrior's brow 1815. [169] 1845. ... had snatched A spear,--and with his eyes he watched Their motions, turning round and round:-- His weaker hand the Banner held; And straight by savage zeal impelled Forth rushed a Pikeman, as if he, Not without harsh indignity, Would seize the same:--instinctively-- To smite the Offender--with his lance Did Francis from the brake advance; But, from behind, a treacherous wound Unfeeling, brought him to the ground, A mortal stroke:--oh, grief to tell! Thus, thus, the noble Francis fell: There did he lie of breath forsaken; The Banner from his grasp was taken, And borne exultingly away; And the Body was left on the ground where it lay. 1815. But not before the warm life-blood Had tinged with searching overflow, More deeply tinged the embroidered show Of His whose side was pierced upon the Rood! 1837. The text of 1837 is otherwise identical with the final version of 1845. [170] These two lines were added in 1837. [171] 1837.