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The monk at midnight visiting the cross, The knight taming his fiery steed, The man who with dread sound of trumpet dies, And he who dies with peaceful voice of prayer, Are all the objects of Thy care, lavished alike On every pious soul, whether he tonsure wear or helm. _Hymn to Saint Anselm._
"Yes, master, we really owe a pilgrimage to Lynrass grotto. Who would have thought that the hermit, whom I cursed as if he had been the Devil, would prove to be our guardian angel, and that the sword which seemed to threaten our very lives would serve for a bridge to take us over the abyss?"