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Verses for the Lower Grades / 4
GRADE TWO
St. George (For Michaelmas--September 29--or St. George's Day, April 23)
(The children form a circle, which becomes the battlements of the town wall. Within is the princess or prince, and outside of the circle are St. George and the Dragon.)
In a swamp, dark and dank, Lived a Dragon most wild, Who devoured the crops Every lamb and each child.
(The Dragon breaks into the circle and pursues the princess or prince)
All folk trembled in fear When he rose from the mire, Like a fierce flying snake, Belching smoke, breathing fire!
(St. George enters and battles the Dragon.)
Oh St. George, Come! Advance! 'Gainst the Dragon to fight, With your horse and your lance And your conquering might!
St. George battled the beast, 'Till the rays of the sun As it rose in the east Showed our knight to have won!
St. Martin (November 11)
St. Martin, St. Martin, a Roman soldier bold, Swiftly on his snow-white steed through icy streets once rode, Not fearing bleak November skies nor numbing winds so cold!
An aged, ailing beggar Martin met upon his way, "Oh, could you spare a coin for one so poor, my lord, I pray? "Oh, would you save a soul who suffers from the chill this day?"
Martin drew his cloak more tightly 'round his shoulders broad; Bright red was the woolen cloak that stretched from helm to sword; Only Roman soldiers wore such warmth as their reward.
Yet the wind cut keenly through the rags the beggar wore; Beneath the soldier's Roman garb a Christian heart grew sore-- From his armor Martin now the woolen mantle tore.
With his sword he cut the bright red cloak in pieces two: "What was one I'll double so that it may be shared with you!" (Multiplying by dividing was a secret Martin knew!)
Martin dreamed a wondrous dream upon that icy night: Hosts of angels drew him upwards to the starry heights, Where the Lord his mantle wore, wrapped in radiance of light.
"It was I in beggar's guise who asked your charity; You were wise to trust to heart and give so graciously-- For what you do to any one you do so unto Me."
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