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THE PALADINS.
The roads we trod in careless strength,
And never thought them long,
Lie now uncoiled to magic length
The devious hills among;
And softer is their wayside grass,
And dearer are their flowers,
For little feet that fain would pass
In equal pace with ours.
And never thought them long,
Lie now uncoiled to magic length
The devious hills among;
And softer is their wayside grass,
And dearer are their flowers,
For little feet that fain would pass
In equal pace with ours.
Nor are their end and boundary plain—
For still, to Willie's eye,
Each rising knoll he seeks to gain
Leads straight into the sky!
And still to Jamie's furtive gaze,
That yet the sight would dare,
There lurks in every woody maze
A lion or a bear!
For still, to Willie's eye,
Each rising knoll he seeks to gain
Leads straight into the sky!
And still to Jamie's furtive gaze,
That yet the sight would dare,
There lurks in every woody maze
A lion or a bear!
A world of wonders this to both,
Where everything is new,
Where he who stays at home in sloth
No mighty deed may do.
So forth they go like paladins
To make the world their own;
Who over self the battle wins
Will never want a throne!
Where everything is new,
Where he who stays at home in sloth
No mighty deed may do.
So forth they go like paladins
To make the world their own;
Who over self the battle wins
Will never want a throne!
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