Charlemagne, at his altar, to the sky Lifted his hands, "O God, that for our sake"
(Exclaimed the monarch) "wast content to die, Thyself a ransom for our sins to make;
-- O thou that found such favour in his eye, That God from thee the flesh of man did take, Borne for nine months within thy holy womb, While aye thy virgin flower preserved its bloom, LXXXIII
"Hear, and be witnesses of what I say, For me and those that after me shall reign, To Agramant and those that heir his sway, I twenty loads of gold of perfect grain Will every year deliver, if to-day My champion vanquished in the lists remain;
And vow I will straightway from warfare cease, And from henceforth maintain perpetual peace;