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Then out of that place a vapor arose

Like smoke 'neath the heavens. Thére was rejoiced

The mind of the man. With both his hands, 805

Happy and láw-clever, upward he clapped.

Judas exclaimed, clever in thought:

"Now I in truth myself have known

In my hardened heart that thou art the Saviour

Of [this] mid-earth. To thee, God of might, 810

Sitting in glory, be thanks without end,

That to me so sad and so full of sin

Thou revealed'st in glory the secrets of fate.

Now, Son of God, to thee will I pray,

Will-giver of peoples, now I know that thou art 815

Declared and born of all kings the Glory,

That thou no longer be of my sins,

Those which I committed by no means seldom,

O Maker, mindful. Let mé, God of might,

Amid the number of thine own kingdom 820

With the army of saints my dwelling have

In that bright city, where is my brother

Honored in glory, for that faith with thee

He, Stephen, kept, though with handfuls of stones

He was pelted to death. War's meed he has, 825

Fame without end. There are in books

The wonders he wrought, in writings, made known."

Then gan he glad for the tree of glory,

Constant in zeal, delve in the earth

Beneath the turf, so thát at twenty 830

Feet by measure he found far concealed,

Down in the depths hidden in the earth

'Neath cover of darkness,--there found he three

Of roods together within the sad house

Buried in sand, as in days of old 835

The host of the wicked covered with earth,

The folk of the Jews. 'Gainst the child of God

Hatred they raised, although they should not,

If the lore they'd not heard of the father of lies.

Then wás his mind greatly rejoiced, 840

His heart was strengthened by that holy tree,

His spirit inspired, when the beacon he saw

Holy 'neath earth. With his hands he clasped

The cross[1] of glory, and it raised 'mid the crowd

From its grave in the earth. The guests on foot, 845

The æthelings, went on into the city.

They set there in sight three victor-trees

The firm-minded earls 'fore Helena's feet,[2]

Courageous in heart. The queen rejoiced

In the depth of her soul, and then gan ask 850

On which of those trees the Son of the Ruler,

Joy-giver of heroes, hangèd had been.

"Lo! thát we have heard through holy books

By tokens declared, that two with-him

[Also] suffered, and himself was the third 855

On the tree of the rood. All heaven was dark

On that terrible day. Say, if thou canst,

On which of these three the Prince of the angels

Suffered [his doom], the Shepherd of glory."

Her Judas might not (he knew not full well) 860

Plainly inform of the victor-wood,

On which one the Saviour uplifted had been,

Victor-son of God, ere he bade them set

Within the middle of that great city

The trees with clamor, and there await 865

Till to him declared the Almighty King

The wonder 'fore the folk of that tree of glory.

The victor-famed sat, their song they raised,

The wise in rede, 'round the three roods

Until the ninth hour; new joy they had 870

With wonder found. Then came there a crowd,

No little folk, and a man deceased

They brought on a bier with heap of men

In neighborhood [nigh] (ninth hour it was),

A lifeless youth. Then Judas was there 875

In thought of his heart greatly rejoiced.

He bade then set the soul-less [youth],

Deprived of life the corpse on the earth,

The lifeless one, and up he raised,

Declarer of truth, two of the crosses, 880

The wise, in his arms o'er that fated house,

Plunged deep in thought. It was dead as before,

Corpse fast on its bier: the limbs were cold,

Clad in distress. Then wás the third

Holy upraised. The body awaited 885

Until over it the Ætheling's [cross],

His rood, was upraised, Heaven-king's tree,

True token of victory. Soon he arose

Ready in spirit, both together

Body and soul. There praise was uplifted 890

Fair 'mid the folk. The Father they honored,

And also the true Son of the Ruler

They praised in words. Be glory and thanks

To Him without end from all His creatures.

[1] Lit., 'joy-wood.'

[2] Lit., 'knee.'

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