If e’er it happen that the Poem Sacred, 1864 To which both heaven and earth have set their hand, So that it many a year hath made me lean, O’ercome the cruelty that bars me out From the fair sheepfold, where a lamb I slumbered, 1865 An enemy to the wolves that war upon it, With other voice forthwith, with other fleece 1866 Poet will I return, and at my font 1867 Baptismal will I take the laurel crown; Because into the Faith that maketh known All souls to God there entered I, and then Peter for her sake thus my brow encircled. 1868 Thereafterward towards us moved a light Out of that band whence issued the first-fruits 1869 Which of his vicars Christ behind him left, And then my Lady, full of ecstasy, Said unto me: “Look, look! behold the Baron 1870