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You should have heard them cry； 〃Alas！ alas！
Have heard their lamentations and their sighs！
For all believed the story； and began
To see a saint in this afflicted man。
Forthwith there was prepared a grand repast；
To satisfy the craving of the friar
After so rigid and prolonged a fast；
The bustling housewife stirred the kitchen fire；
Then her two barnyard fowls； her best and last；
Were put to death； at her express desire；
And served up with a salad in a bowl；
And flasks of country wine to crown the whole。
It would not be believed should I repeat
How hungry Brother Timothy appeared；
It was a pleasure but to see him eat；
His white teeth flashing through his russet beard；
His face aglow and flushed with wine and meat；
His roguish eyes that rolled and laughed and leered！
Lord！ how he drank the blood…red country wine
As if the village vintage were divine！
And all the while he talked without surcease；
And told his merry tales with jovial glee
That never flagged； but rather did increase；
And laughed aloud as if insane were he；
And wagged his red beard； matted like a fleece；
And cast such glances at Dame Cicely
That Gilbert now grew angry with his guest；
And thus in words his rising wrath expressed。
〃Good father；〃 said he； 〃easily we see
How needful in some persons； and how right；
Mortification of the flesh may be。
The indulgence you have given it to…night；
After long penance； clearly proves to me
Your strength against temptation is but slight；
And shows the dreadful peril you are in
Of a relapse into your deadly sin。
〃To…morrow morning； with the rising sun；
Go back unto your convent； nor refrain
From fasting and from scourging； for you run
Great danger to become an ass again；
Since monkish flesh and asinine are one；
Therefore be wise； nor longer here remain；
Unless you wish the scourge should be applied
By other hands； that will not spare your hide。〃
When this the monk had heard； his color fled
And then returned； like lightning in the air；
Till he was all one blush from foot to head；
And even the bald spot in his russet hair
Turned from its usual pallor to bright red！
The old man was asleep upon his chair。
Then all retired； and sank into the deep
And helpless imbecility of sleep。
They slept until the dawn of day drew near；
Till the cock should have crowed； but did not crow；
For they had slain the shining chanticleer
And eaten him for supper； as you know。
The monk was up betimes and of good cheer；
And； having breakfasted； made haste to go；
As if he heard the distant matin bell；
And had but little time to say farewell。
Fresh was the morning as the breath of kine；
Odors of herbs commingled with the sweet
Balsamic exhalations of the pine；
A haze was in the air presaging heat；
Uprose the sun above the Apennine；
And all the misty valleys at its feet
Were full of the delirious song of birds；
Voices of men； and bells； and low of herds。
All this to Brother Timothy was naught；
He did not care for scenery； nor here
His busy fancy found the thing it sought；
But when he saw the convent walls appear；
And smoke from kitchen chimneys upward caught
And whirled aloft into the atmosphere；
He quickened his slow footsteps； like a beast
That scents the stable a league off at least。
And as he entered though the convent gate
He saw there in the court the ass； who stood
Twirling his ears about； and seemed to wait；
Just as he found him waiting in the wood；
And told the Prior that； to alleviate
The daily labors of the brotherhood；
The owner； being a man of means and thrift；
Bestowed him on the convent as a gift。
And thereupon the Prior for many days
Revolved this serious matter in his mind；
And turned it over many different ways；
Hoping that some safe issue he might find；
But stood in fear of what the world would say；
If he accepted presents of this kind；
Employing beasts of burden for the packs；
That lazy monks should carry on their backs。
Then； to avoid all scandal of the sort；
And stop the mouth of cavil； he decreed
That he would cut the tedious matter short；
And sell the ass with all convenient speed；
Thus saving the expense of his support；
And hoarding something for a time of need。
So he despatched him to the neighboring Fair；
And freed himself from cumber and from care。
It happened now by chance； as some might say；
Others perhaps would call it destiny；
Gilbert was at the Fair； and heard a bray；
And nearer came； and saw that it was he；
And whispered in his ear； 〃Ah； lackaday！
Good father； the rebellious flesh； I see；
Has changed you back into an ass again；
And all my admonitions were in vain。〃
The ass； who felt this breathing in his ear；
Did not turn round to look； but shook his head；
As if he were not pleased these words to hear；
And contradicted all that had been said。
And this made Gilbert cry in voice more clear；
〃I know you well； your hair is russet…red；
Do not deny it； for you are the same
Franciscan friar； and Timothy by name。〃
The ass； though now the secret had come out；
Was obstinate； and shook his head again；
Until a crowd was gathered round about
To hear this dialogue between the twain；
And raised their voices in a noisy shout
When Gilbert tried to make the matter plain；
And flouted him and mocked him all day long
With laughter and with jibes and scraps of song。
〃If this be Brother Timothy；〃 they cried；
〃Buy him； and feed him on the tenderest grass；
Thou canst not do too much for one so tried
As to be twice transformed into an ass。〃
So simple Gilbert bought him； and untied
His halter； and o'er mountain and morass
He led him homeward； talking as he went
Of good behavior and a mind content。
The children saw them coming； and advanced；
Shouting with joy； and hung about his neck；
Not Gilbert's； but the ass's；round him danced；
And wove green garlands where…withal to deck
His sacred person； for again it chanced
Their childish feelings； without rein or check；
Could not discriminate in any way
A donkey from a friar of Orders Gray。
〃O Brother Timothy；〃 the children said；
〃You have come back to us just as before；
We were afraid； and thought that you were dead；
And we should never see you any more。〃
And then they kissed the white star on his head；
That like a birth…mark or a badge he wore；
And patted him upon the neck and face；
And said a thousand things with childish grace。
Thenceforward and forever he was known
As Brother Timothy； and led alway
A life of luxury； till he had grown
Ungrateful being stuffed with corn and hay；
And very vicious。 Then in angry tone；
Rousing himself； poor Gilbert said one day
〃When simple kindness is misunderstood
A little flagellation may do good。〃
His many vices need not here