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FAITH.
There is a startling legend that is known
To Spanish scholars: how the fertile land
For years was ravaged by a robber band,
Led by a Knight with visor ever down;
To Spanish scholars: how the fertile land
For years was ravaged by a robber band,
Led by a Knight with visor ever down;
And how, at last, when he was overthrown,
The shape which made so desperate a stand
And quivered still, was found to be, when scann'd,
A suit of armour, empty heel to crown.
The shape which made so desperate a stand
And quivered still, was found to be, when scann'd,
A suit of armour, empty heel to crown.
Nought fights like Emptiness.—Beneath the veil
Of Islam's warlike Prophet, from Bagdad
To Roncevaux, it made the nations quail;
Of Islam's warlike Prophet, from Bagdad
To Roncevaux, it made the nations quail;
And once, as Templar and Crusader clad,
It shook the world.—Ev'n now, Faith's empty mail
Still writhes and struggles with the life it had.
It shook the world.—Ev'n now, Faith's empty mail
Still writhes and struggles with the life it had.
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