THE WOUNDED YOUNG KNIGHT.
I
There came to the hamlet a gallant young knight,
He had lost his good steed, he was wounded in fight;
And torn was his banner, and broken his lance,
His features were bloodless, dejected his glance;
A cottager found him and pitied his plight,
And offer'd a home to the wounded young knight.
II
Oh! boldly youth's vigour may struggle with pain,
The banish'd rose bloom'd on his features again,
His eyes regain'd lustre, and fondly they smil'd
On the nurse of his sickness, the cottager's child.
And she never strove to conceal her delight,
As she rov'd by the side of the wounded young knight.
III
His war steed is found, and the soldier is gone.
Her cheek is as pallid as once was his own;
Her step is as feeble, her eyes are as dim,
He cheers not the maid, once so cheering to him:
He shines at the tourney, he triumphs in fight,
She in death breathes a pray'r for the wounded young knight.
