He was sick And sorry.

Great ones of the earth had sent Their chief musicians for to comfort him, Chanting his praise, the friend of man, the god That gave them knowledge, at so great a price And costly.

Yea, the riches of the mine, And glorious broidered work, and woven gold, And all things wisely made, they at his feet Laid daily; for they said, "This mighty one, All the world wonders after him.

He lieth Sick in his dwelling; he hath long foregone (To do us good) dominion, and a throne, And his brave warfare with the Enemy, So much he pitieth us that were denied The gain and gladness of this knowledge.

Now Shall he be certified of gratitude, And smell the sacrifice that most he loves." The night was dark, but every lamp gave forth A tender, lustrous beam.