Cold Iron

Gold is for the mistress - silver for the maid" -
Copper for the craftsman cunning at his trade! "  
" Good! " said the Baron, sitting in his hall,
But Iron - Cold Iron - is master of them all."

So he made rebellion 'gainst the King his liege, 
Camped before his citadel and summoned it to siege. 
" Nay! " said the cannoneer on the castle wall, 
" But Iron - Cold Iron - shall be master of you all! " 

Woe for the Baron and his knights so strong,
When the cruel cannon-balls laid 'em all along; 
He was taken prisoner, he was cast in thrall,
And Iron - Cold Iron - was master of it all. 

Yet his King spake kindly (ah, how kind a Lord!) 
" What if I release thee now and give thee back thy sword? " 
" Nay! " said the Baron, " mock not at my fall, 
For Iron - Cold Iron - is master of men all."

" Tears are for the craven, prayers are for the clown 
Halters for the silly neck that cannot keep a crown." 
" As my loss is grievous, So my hope is small, 
For Iron - Cold Iron - must be master of men all! " 

Yet his King made answer (few such Kings there be!) " 
Here is Bread and here is Wine - sit and sup with me. 
Eat and drink in Mary's Name, the whiles I do recall 
How Iron - Cold Iron - can be master of men all." 

He took the Wine and blessed it. He blessed and brake the Bread 
With His own Hands He served Them, and presently He said: 
" See! These Hands they pierced with nails, outside My city wall, 
Show Iron - Cold Iron - to be master of men all. " 

" Wounds are for the desperate, blows are for the strong. 
Balm and oil for weary hearts all cut and bruised with wrong. 
I forgive thy treason - I redeem thy fall 
For Iron Cold Iron - must be master of men all! "

'Crowns are for the valiant - sceptres for the bold! 
Thrones and Powers for mighty men who dare to take and hold!' 
" Nay! " said the Baron, kneeling in his hall, 
" But Iron - Cold Iron - is master of men all! 
Iron out of Calvary is master of men all! "

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