"Ço sent Rollant de sun tens n'i ad plus,
Devers Espaigne est un un pui agut,
A l'une main si as sun piz bataud:
« Deus miei culpe vers les tues vertuz 
De mes pecchez, des granz et des munuz,
Que jo ai fait dès l'ure que nez fui
Tresqu'a cest jur ci que sui consoüt! »
Sun destre guant en ad vers Deu tendut
Angles del ciel i descendent a lui."
(*translation below)

I believe in an America where religious 
intolerance will someday end--where all 
men and all churches are treated as equal--
where every man has the same right to 
attend or not attend the church of his choice--
where there is no Catholic vote, no anti-
Catholic vote, no bloc voting of any kind--and 
where Catholics, Protestants and Jews, at both 
the lay and pastoral level, will refrain from 
those attitudes of disdain and division which 
have so often marred their works in the past, 
and promote instead the American ideal of 
brotherhood.**

*Translation:
But Roland feels he's no more time to seek;
Looking to Spain, he lies on a sharp peak,
And with one hand upon his breast he beats:
"Mea Culpa! God, by Thy virtues clean
Me from my sins, the mortal and the mean,
Which from the hour that I was born have been
Until this day, when life is ended here!"
Holds out his glove towards God, as he speaks
    Angels descend from heaven on that scene.

Charles Scott Moncrief translation, London, 1919