ST. MARK'S, VENICE
Blood-thirsty men-who loved God furiously,' ■ ■ Flung to th© wind sails painted red and yellow, Banked oars, and many a hairy iweating fellow Rowed, and the ships went thrashing ov«r the sea. "
They shot swift arrowi and swung their axe?, crying Hosanna ! when the Paynim skulls were cracked, Then in their galleya plundered trewure packed, ■ And so sailed.home with their town banners flying.
They poured forth gifts—Non nobis, Domino— . Bronze horses, Phrygianu pillars, hardivon prizes, All Thine, said they, and all our skilled devices. From gold, jade, agate, lapi3, porphyry.
The heavens opened: they wrought with mii?lit and main, ; Chiselling,- .hammering, burning clear telas?, ai"J raising. . This firm-fist imago o£ the vision blazing " On high; and then the heavens closed again.
Conquering, building, worshipping, feasting, and dancing. \Vli»Te aro they novr in the proud yet ic]lo squnre? I «vj -white pigeons float, array in the air.
Tho .«bnrp slcrae glittering and the bronze horses prancing.
From "Warfarini," br 'William fores Itttdi fubliabed ly.ft. C'oUifß-fcuiduifta,
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Evening Post, Volume CX, Issue 34, 8 August 1925, Page 17
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