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THE CRUSADER'S LAMENT.
“I had a gentle lady-love,
And she was dear to me;
I had a house and fireside hearth
When I went o'er the sea.
And she was dear to me;
I had a house and fireside hearth
When I went o'er the sea.
“A little, lovely flower I had
When I went o'er the sea—
The sweetest flower in all the land
Is stolen away from me.
When I went o'er the sea—
The sweetest flower in all the land
Is stolen away from me.
“I fought for Christ's own sepulchre,
And the scars are on my brow;
But what are Glory's palms to me,
Life, Hope, what are they now?
And the scars are on my brow;
But what are Glory's palms to me,
Life, Hope, what are they now?
“For my lady-bird is flown away,
That I left behind the sea;
And the heart it is another's
That once did beat for me.”
That I left behind the sea;
And the heart it is another's
That once did beat for me.”
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