Riddle 59

I saw in a hall
a golden ring
men beholding,
prudent-minded,
of soul sagacious :
for peaceful happiness pray'd
the preserving God,
for his soul,
he who turn'd it winding :
words afterwards spake
the ring in the family,
nam'd the Saviour
of well-doers ;
brightly into his mind
his Lord's name
the dumb one brought,
and into his eyes' vision.
If of this noble
gold the token
could understand
so of this ring
the wounds spake.
May not (that prayer
unfulfill'd)
of any man
God's royal burgh
the spirit seek,
the heavens' city.
Let him divine who will
how of this curious
ring to men
the wounds spake,
when in hall it was
revolv'd and turn'd
by the hands of men.