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Think you he speaks before the serYice ? Yea. Lo, phantom-like the towering patriarch ! [ slowly rises beneath the Ark, Woe onto Israel I woe unto all Abiding 'mid strange peoples ! Ye shall be Cat off from that land where ye made jour home. I, Cresselin of Clhinon, haYe traYeled far. Thence where my fathers dwelt, to warn my race. For whom the fire and stake haYe been prepared. Our brethren of Verdun, all OYer France, Are burned aliYe beneath the 6oyim*8 torch. What terrors haYe I witnessed, ere my sight Was mercifully quenched I In Gki.scony,