Jacques de Molay to the Dead Templars

by Eugene Lee-Hamilton

Eugene Lee-Hamilton

Now rise and save your brothers in their need,

Ye Templars, from each tomb in which you sleep.

Muster in ghostly troops when dusk shades creep,

Whate'er your land, with shadowy lance and steed;

And haste, as when at Askalon, your speed

Outstripped the whirling sand; and on the deep

Off Tyre and Rhodes, let phantom galleys sweep

In gathering fleets as thick as sower's seed!

For if the dead rise not to save the quick,

There is no help between the earth and sky

For those whom God and man alike forsake:

The red and yellow flames already lick

Our very feet; and will ye let us die?

Ye Templars in your tombs, awake, awake!

Last updated January 14, 2019