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They met—the lovely Lady GraceAnd Sydney Morton met!
A scion he of the strong-souled race
Whose Bible was their Amulet;
A model of the heaven-taught man
That rose in the ranks of the Puritan!
Bold in the cause of God he stood,
Like Templar in the Holy Land;
And never Knight of princely blood
In lady's bower more bland.
His high, broad forehead, marble fair,
Told of the power of Thought within;
And strength was in his raven hair,—
But when he smiled a spell was there
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And to the loved and good his eye,
That glowed with purpose firm and high,
Was mild as light when storms go by:
—But when it flashed his spirit's might
Against the foes of truth and right,
'T was like the bolt from cloud of night!
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