1 "What's that that hirples at my side?" The foe that you must fight, my lord. "That rides as fast as I can ride?" The shadow of your might, my lord. 2 "Then wheel my horse against the foe!" He's down and overpast, my lord. You war against the sunset-glow, The judgment follows fast, my lord! 3 "Oh, who will stay the sun's descent?" King Joshua he is dead, my lord. "I need an hour to repent!" 'Tis what our sister said, my lord. 4 "Oh, do not slay me in my sins!" You're safe awhile with us, my lord. "Nay, kill me ere my fear begins!" We would not serve you thus, my lord. 5 "Where is the doom that I must face?" Three little leagues away, my lord. "Then mend the horses' laggard pace!" We need them for next day, my lord. 6 "Next day–next day! Unloose my cords!" Our sister needed none, my lord. You had no mind to face our swords, And–where can cowards run, my lord? 7 "You would not kill the soul alive?" 'Twas thus our sister cried, my lord. "I dare not die with none to shrive." But so our sister died, my lord. 8 "Then wipe the sweat from brow and cheek." It runnels forth afresh, my lord. "Uphold me–for the flesh is weak." You've finished with the Flesh, my lord!
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