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 Close behind the monks and maidens

Midst his clergy, walks the bishop

On whose cloak and shining monstrance

Flaming brilliants are burning.

In the summer heat, two servants

Bending 'neath their swaying burden

Watt cool breezes o'er his features

With a fan of ostrich feathers.

And the bishop, with his monstrance

All around him passes blessings,

And where'er his gaze but wanders

Masses kneel in dust before him.

After bishop, in one column,

Rides the Johannitic Order,

And their swords, belts, shields and helmets

Burn as gold beneath the sunshine.

And the silver-haired grand-master

On a snow-white horse is riding,

On each side a page to lead him

By a gold embroidered bridle.

'twixt his comrades, Roderigo

In full armor, splendid raiment,

Walking with a cloudy forehead,

Lowered head and stormy vision.