{"collection":"Northern European Mythology","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/neu/arthur/art009.htm","path":"neu/arthur/art009.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/neu/arthur/art009.htm","text":"Sacred Texts\u00a0\n Legends/Sagas\u00a0\n England\u00a0\n Index\u00a0\n Previous\u00a0\n Next\u00a0\n \n \n An Arthurian Miscellany\n THE BALLAD OF GLASTONBURY\n by\n HENRY ALFORD\n \n \n \n INTRODUCTION. \n \n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Glastonbury, anciently called Avalon, is a place much celebrated both in tradition and history. It was here, according to old legends, when the neighboring moors were covered by the sea, that St. Joseph of Arimathea landed, and built the first church in England. It was here that the glorious king Arthur was buried, with the inscription:\n \n Hic jacet Arturus, rex quondam, rexque futurus. \n \n It was here that the scarcely less glorious King Alfred took sancturary, and hence that he went into voluntary obscurity when the Danes invaded England. Here also was built that magnificent abbey, whose riches and hospitality were known to all Christendom. Its last abbot was murdered on the Tor-hill by order of Henry the Eighth, and the building was sacrificed to the misguided fury of the Reformation. The very ruins are now fast perishing.\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0The Quantock Hills, alluded to in the following poem, are in the autumn profusely covered with the mingled blossoms of heath and furze.\n \n I. \n \n [The prospect of the western plains.] \n \n The hills have on their royal robes\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Of purple and of gold,\n And over their tops the autumn clouds\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0In heaps are onward rolled;\n Below them spreads the fairest plain\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0That British eye may see--\n From Quantock to the Mendip range,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0A broad expanse and free.1\n \n II. \n \n [An invocation of Time, to open the days past.] \n \n As from those barriers, grey and vast,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Rolled off the morning mist,\n Leaving the eyesight unrestrained\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0To wander where it list,\n So roll, thou ancient chronicler,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0The ages' mist away;\n Give me an hour of vision clear,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0A dream of the former day.\n \n III. \n \n [A vision is vouchsafed.] \n \n At once the flood of the Severn sea\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Flowed over half the plain,\n And a hundred capes, with huts and trees,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Above the flood remain:\n 'T is water here and water there,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0And the lordly Parret's way\n Hath never a trace on its pathless face--\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0As in the former day.\n \n IV. \n \n [The ship of St. Joseph, and how it sped.] \n \n Of shining sails that thronged that stream\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0There resteth never a one;\n But a little ship to that inland sea\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Comes bounding in alone;\n With stretch of sail and tug of oar\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0It comes full merrily,\n And the sailors chant, as they pass the shore,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Tibi gloria Domine. \n \n V. \n \n 'Nights and days on the watery ways\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Our vessel hath slidden on,\n Our arms have never tired of toil,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Our stores have long been done;\n Sweet Jesus hath sped us over the wave,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0By coasts and along the sea,\n And we sing, as we pass each rising land,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Tibi gloria Domine. \n \n VI. \n \n 'Sweet Jesus hath work for us to do\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0In a land of promise fair;\n Our vessel is steered by an angel-hand\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Until it bring us there:\n To our Captain given, a sign from heaven\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Our token true shall be;\n And we sing, as we wait for the Promise-sign,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Tibi gloria Domine. \n \n VII. \n \n [The sign of promise is given to him;] \n \n 'When a dark green hill shall spire aloft\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Into the pure blue sky,\n Most like to Tabor's holy mount\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Of vision blest and high;\n Straight to that hill our bounding prow\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Unguided shall pass and free;\n Sweet Jesus hath spoken, and we believe;\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Tibi gloria Domine' \n \n VIII. \n \n [And fulfilled.] \n \n Thus far they sung, and at once a shout\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Peeled upward loud and clear;\n For, lo! the vessel onward ran\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0With never a hand to steer;\n And full in sight that Promise-hill\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Towered up into the sky,\n Most like to Tabor's holy mount\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Of vision blest and high.\n \n IX. \n \n Now raise the song, ye faithful crew,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Let all the uplands hear;\n It fitteth Salvation's messengers\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0To be of joyous cheer;\n For Avalon isle ye make the while,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0By angel-pilot's hand;\n Right onward for that pointed hill,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Straight to the sloping land.\n \n X. \n \n Each arm is resting, and every eye\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0With thankful tear is bright;\n Thus spake one high upon the prow,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Feeding his forward sight:\n 'The word of God is just and true,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0And the mountains green that stand\n To the left and right in the morning light\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Lead on to our Promise-land.\n \n XI. \n \n 'Sweet Jesus hath broken the sepulchre,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0And pours His golden grace,\n Clothing the earth with the joy of birth,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0In every fairest place:\n His servant asked a token sure,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0And a token sure is given;\n And He that lay in the garden-tomb\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Is Lord of earth and heaven.'\n \n XII. \n \n [They bless God on the strand of Avalon.] \n \n By this the vessel had floated nigh\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0To the turf upon the strand,\n And first that holy man of joy\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Stepped on the Promise-land;\n Until the rest, in order blest,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Were ranged, and kneeling there,\n Gave blessing to the God of heaven\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0In a lowly chanted prayer.\n \n XIII. \n \n Then over the brow of the seaward hill\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0In their order blest they pass,\n At every change in the psalmody\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Kissing the holy grass;\n Till they come where they may see full near\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0That pointed mountain rise,\n Darkening with its ancient cone\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0The light of eastern skies.\n \n XIV. \n \n [St. Joseph planteth his staff as a token.] \n \n 'This staff hath borne me long and well,'\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Then spake that Saint divine,\n 'Over mountain and over plain,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0On quest of the Promise-sign;\n For aye let it stand in this western land,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0And God do more to me\n If there ring not out from this realm about,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Tibi gloria Domine.' \n \n XV. \n \n [The days of the ancient Church of Britain.] \n \n A cloud is on them--the vision is changed,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0And voices of melody,\n And a ring of harps, like twinkles bright,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Comes over the inland sea;\n Long and loud is the chant of praise--\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0The hallowed ages glide;\n And once again the mist from the plain\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Rolls up the Mendip side.\n \n XVI. \n \n [The mort d'Arthur.] \n \n With mourning stole and solemn step,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Up that same seaward hill,\n There moved of ladies and of knights\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0A company sad and still;\n There went before an open bier,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0And, sleeping in a charm,\n With face to heaven and folded palms\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0There lay an armed form.\n \n XVII. \n \n [St. Joseph's staff hath budded, and bloometh at Christmas-tide.] \n \n It is the winter deep, and all\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0The glittering fields that morn\n In Avalon's isle were over-snowed\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0The day the Lord was born;\n And as they cross the northward brow,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0See white, but not with snow,\n The mystic thorn beside their path\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Its holy blossoms show.\n \n XVIII. \n \n They carry him where from chapel low\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Rings clear the angel-bell--\n He was the flower of knights and lords,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0So chant the requiem well:\n His wound was deep, and his holy sleep\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Shall last him many a day,\n Till the cry of crime in the latter time\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Shall melt the charm away.\n \n XIX. \n \n [The chronicle passeth to the pillage by the Danes.] \n \n A cloud is on them--the vision fades--\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0And cries of woe and fear,\n And sounds unblest of neighboring war,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Are thronging on mine ear:\n Long and loud was the battle-cry,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0And the groans of them that died;\n And once again the mist from the plain\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Rolls up the Mendip side.\n \n XX. \n \n [The great King Alfred in sorrow avoideth the foe.] \n \n From the postern-door of an abbaye pile\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Passes with heavy cheer\n A soldier-king in humble mien,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0For the shouting foes are near;\n The holy men by their altars bide,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0In alb and stole they stand;\n The incense-fumes the temple fill\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0From blessed children's hand.\n \n XXI. \n \n [The ancient abbaye is burnt and pillaged.] \n \n Slow past the king that seaward brow,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Whence turning he might see,\n Streaming upon Saint Michael's Tor,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0The pagan blazonry;\n Then a pealing shout and a silence long,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0And rolling next on high\n Dark vapor, laced with threads of flame,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Angered the twilight sky.\n \n XXII. \n \n [But better days are near.] \n \n The cloud comes on--the vision is changed--\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0And songs of victory,\n And hymns of praise to the Lord of Peace,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Comes over the inland sea;\n The waters clear, the fields appear,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0The plain is green and wide;\n And once again the mist from the plain\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Rolls up the Mendip side.\n \n XXIII. \n \n [It is the high prime of Glastonbury's glory.] \n \n The plats were green with lavish growth,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0And, like a silver cord,\n Down to the northern bay the Brue\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Its glittering water poured:\n Far and near the pilgrims throng,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0With staff and humble mien,\n Where Glastonbury's crown of towers\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Against the sky is seen.\n \n XXIV. \n \n By the holy thorn and the holy well,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0And St. Joseph's silver shrine,\n They offer thanks to highest Heaven\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0For the light and grace divine;\n In the open cheer of the abbaye near,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0They dwell their purposed day,\n And then they part, with blessed thoughts,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Each on his homeward way.\n \n XXV. \n \n [But pride cometh] \n \n The cloud drops down--the vision is changed,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0And an altered sound of pride,\n And a glitter of pomp is cast athwart\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0The meadows green and wide.\n The servants of a lowly Lord\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0On earth's high places ride;\n And once again the mist from the plain\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Rolls up the Mendip side.\n \n XXVI. \n \n [before a fall.] \n \n The strong man armed hath dwelt in peace\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Till a stronger hath sacked his home;\n And the Church that married the pride of the earth\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0By the earth is overcome:\n There hath sounded forth upon the land\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0That wicked king's behest,\n And Lust and Power from Lust and Power\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0A blighted triumph wrest.\n \n XXVII \n \n [Villanous doings for lucre's sake.] \n \n The winds are high in Saint Michael's Tor,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0And a sorry sight is there--\n A dark-browed band, with spear in hand,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Mount up the turret-stair;\n With heavy cheer and lifted palms\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0There kneels a holy priest;\n The fiends of death they grudge his breath,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0To hold their rapine-feast.\n \n XXVIII. \n \n [The judgement of God on England.] \n \n The cloud comes on them, the vision is changed,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0And a crash of lofty walls,\n And the short dead sound of music quenched,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0On the sickened hearing falls;\n Quick and sharp is the ruin-cry--\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Unblest the ages glide;\n And once again the mist from the plain\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Rolls up the Mendip side.\n \n [XXIX] \n \n [But in it He hath remembered mercy.] \n \n Low sloping over sea and field\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0The setting ray had past,\n On roofs and curls of quiet smoke\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0The glory-flush was cast.\n Clustered upon the western side\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Of Avalon's green hill,\n Her ancient homes and fretted towers\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Were lying, bright and still;\n \n XXX. \n \n And lower, in the valley-field,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Hid from the parting day,\n A brotherhood of columns old,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0A ruin rough and grey;\n And over all, Saint Michael's Tor\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Spired up into the sky--\n Most like to Tabor's holy mount\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Of vision blest and high.\n \n XXXI. \n \n The vision changeth not--no cloud\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Comes down the Mendip side;\n The moors spread out beneath my feet\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Their free expanse and wide;\n On glittering cots and ancient towers,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0That rise among the dells,\n On mountain and on bending stream\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0The light of evening dwells.\n \n XXXII. \n \n I may not write--I cannot say\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0What change shall next betide;\n Whether that group of columns grey\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Untroubled shall abide;\n Or whether that pile in Avalon's isle\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Some pious hand shall raise,\n And the vaulted arches ring once more\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0With pealing chants of praise.\n \n XXXIII \n \n Speed on, speed on: let England's sons\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0For England's glories rise;\n And England's towers that lowly lie\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Lift upward to the skies:\n Till there go up from England's heart,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0In peace and purity,\n From temple-aisle and cottage-hearth,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Tibi gloria Domine. \n \n \n \n Next: Tristram and Iseult, by Matthew Arnold [1852]","title":"Arthurian Miscellany: The Ballad of Glastonbury, by Henry Alford [1853]","type":"page"}