The Complete Poems of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow eBook

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PRINCE HENRY. 
            A great master of his craft,
Erwin von Steinbach; but not he alone,
For many generations labored with him. 
Children that came to see these Saints in stone,
As day by day out of the blocks they rose,
Grew old and died, and still the work went on,
And on, and on, and is not yet completed. 
The generation that succeeds our own
Perhaps may finish it.  The architect
Built his great heart into these sculptured stones,
And with him toiled his children, and their lives
Were builded, with his own, into the walls,
As offerings unto God.  You see that statue
Fixing its joyous, but deep-wrinkled eyes
Upon the Pillars of the Angels yonder. 
That is the image of the master, carved
By the fair hand of his own child, Sabina.

ELSIE. 
How beautiful is the column that he looks at!

PRINCE HENRY. 
That, too, she sculptured.  At the base of it
Stand the Evangelists; above their heads
Four Angels blowing upon marble trumpets,
And over them the blessed Christ, surrounded
By his attendant ministers, upholding
The instruments of his passion.

ELSIE. 
                          O my Lord! 
Would I could leave behind me upon earth
Some monument to thy glory, such as this!

PRINCE HENRY. 
A greater monument than this thou leavest
In thine own life, all purity and love! 
See, too, the Rose, above the western portal
Resplendent with a thousand gorgeous colors,
The perfect flower of Gothic loveliness!

ELSIE. 
And, in the gallery, the long line of statues,
Christ with his twelve Apostles watching us!

A Bishop in armor, booted and spurred, passes with his train.

PRINCE HENRY. 
But come away; we have not time to look,
The crowd already fills the church, and yonder
Upon a stage, a herald with a trumpet,
Clad like the Angel Gabriel, proclaims
The Mystery that will now be represented.

THE NATIVITY

A MIRACLE-PLAY

INTROITUS

PRAECO. 
Come, good people, all and each,
Come and listen to our speech! 
In your presence here I stand,
With a trumpet in my hand,
To announce the Easter Play,
Which we represent to-day! 
First of all we shall rehearse,
In our action and our verse,
The Nativity of our Lord,
As written in the old record
Of the Protevangelion,
So that he who reads may run!

Blows his trumpet.

I. HEAVEN.

MERCY, at the feet of God. 
Have pity, Lord! be not afraid
To save mankind, whom thou hast made,
Nor let the souls that were betrayed
  Perish eternally!

JUSTICE. 
It cannot be, it must not be! 
When in the garden placed by thee,
The fruit of the forbidden tree
  He ate, and he must die!

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