Chapter 25

           Ife’erithappenthatthePoemSacred,

           Towhichbothheavenandearthhavesettheirhand,

           Sothatitmanyayearhathmademelean,

           O’ercomethecrueltythatbarsmeout

           Fromthefairsheepfold,wherealambIslumbered,

           Anenemytothewolvesthatwaruponit,

           Withothervoiceforthwith,withotherfleece

           PoetwillIreturn,andatmyfont

           BaptismalwillItakethelaurelcrown;

           BecauseintotheFaiththatmakethknown

           AllsoulstoGodthereenteredI,andthen

           Peterforhersakethusmybrowencircled.

           Thereafterwardtowardsusmovedalight

           Outofthatbandwhenceissuedthefirst-fruits

           WhichofhisvicarsChristbehindhimleft,

           AndthenmyLady,fullofecstasy,

           Saiduntome:"Look,look!beholdtheBaron

           ForwhombelowGaliciaisfrequented."