. . ./div> He turned away his countenance, again Became to all around insensible, And buried him in thoughts mysterious. Maybe, remembering his holy call, He would forbid himself the sweets of earth; The sweets of friendship only did he know, One only friend had chosen to himself, A saint by virtue and by holy state. This was a hoary monk; men called him Halban. He shared the loneliness of Wallenrod; He was alike confessor of his soul, And of his heart the trusted confidant O blessed friendship! saint is he on earth, Whom friendship with the holy ones unites. [pg 7] Thus do the leaders of the Order’s council Discourse of Konrad’s virtues. But one fault Was his,—for who may spotless be from faults? Konrad loved not the riots of the world, Nor mingled Konrad in the drunken feast. Though truly, in his secret chamber locked, . . . Read More