| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Martin of Tours | | By Charles L. O’Donnell |
| | | “AS I today was wayfaring”— | |
| Holy, Holy, Holy!—low— | |
| Said Christ in heaven’s evening— | |
| The Holies yet more hushed and slow— | |
| “I met a knight upon the road; | 5 |
| A plumed charger he bestrode. | |
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| “He saw the beggar that was I— | |
| Holy, Holy, Holy!—long— | |
| Head and foot one beggary— | |
| Holy, Holy, Holy!—song— | 10 |
| One that shivered in the cold | |
| While his horse trailed cloth of gold. | |
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| “Down he leaped, his sword outdrawn— | |
| Holy, Holy, Holy!—swells— | |
| Cleaved his cloak, laid half upon— | 15 |
| Holy! now a peal of bells— | |
| Shoulders that the cross had spanned; | |
| And I think he kissed my hand. | |
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| “Then he passed the road along, | |
| Holy, Holy, Holy!—laud— | 20 |
| Caroling a knightly song— | |
| Holy! in the face of God. | |
| Yea, Father, by Thy sovereign name, | |
| Begging is a goodly game.” | | | | |
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