The Templars in Cyprus
TUE TEMi'LAUS IX CYPRUS.
On foot,—Exhausted, then on his loft knee
lie sank, but on his right foot planted firm
Ho parried so tho Heathen damascenes,
That, ere our succour reached us, they had fled—
But yet tho javelin of a fleeing Turk
Struck his right knee-joint ; then his nerveless arm
He tightened round my nock convulsively,
And in this fast embrace, and scarce alive,
They boro us to tho camp. I opened first
Mine eyes, and, anguished by despair, beheld
Sly friend nigh unto death, who sacrificed
Himself for mo. I nursed him carefully,
And when at last ho woke—oh ! more than I
Can tell theo was that moment's rapture !—Then
Tho sacred covenant on the Oriflamme,1
We s wore to, and to seal it fast for ever,
Together were partakers of tho Host
Which by tho Patriarch's pious hands to us
Was with his blossing given ; 0 ! fresh morn
Of life, oh, golden dream ! Come you no more ?
Oh, come you never back ?—Thou too, young man,
Must undergo the noontide's sultry heat.
Be like thy Father !—Say—doth he still love
To think upon our fighting days ?
Flashes youth's fire, when o'er the genial glass
He speaks of Molay and of Palestine.
And many more things tells ho me on which
You purposely keep silent ; how you saved
Him from the tiger's fury in tho chase
And ever gave him booty that you won.
How when one day he fell into the sea
Near Damictta, you, without a thought
For your own safety, plunged in after him.
How you the Chan's head clave asunder, who—
1 The consecrated standard of the Cress, which recurs so often in the annals of the Crusaders.