text:  The Dragon that devour'd the land Lies slain beneath thy servant's hand; Free o'er the pasture rove the flocks-- And free the idler's steps may stray-- And freely o'er the lonely rocks The holier pilgrim wends his way!" A lofty look the Master gave "Certes " he said; "thy deed is brave; Dread was the danger dread the fight-- Bold deeds bring fame to vulgar knight; But say what sways with holier laws The knight who sees in Christ his cause And wears the cross?"--Then every cheek Grew pale to hear the Master speak; But nobler was the blush that spread His face--the Victor's of the day-- As bending lowly--"Prince " he said; "His noblest duty--TO OBEY!" "And yet that duty son " replied The chief "methinks thou hast denied; And dared thy sacred sword to wield For fame in a forbidden field