She had a vision in the dark br Ere the first lark from nest took flight; br She saw her own son from fierce strife br Win to new Life and new Delight. br br The clouds were tattered round his head br As sore bested he fought his foe, br Where in the conflict he was ta'en br And slain -- she did not see it so. br br She saw indeed his bitter case br In that sad place, parched, without shade, br And how her Christian Knight must fall br In Paynim thrall, should Heaven not aid. br br But now what light burns in the cloud? br What voices loud against his ear? br St. Andrew and St. Patrick ride br Close by his side; St. George is near. br br His banner floats upon the breeze, br Like a gold fleece it wraps him round -- br So, cap-à-pie from head to knee, br His enemy he strikes to ground. br br He's won the day, he's won the day! br See the light play upon his brow! br Brave in his armour and upright br The Christian Knight is riding now. br br She had that vision of her son br When by the moon asleep she lay -- br And woke to singing birds and dew, br And knew that it was Easter Day.