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The Young Crusaders
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The Young Crusaders
These are the children that in ancient time,When yet the holy grave and cross were dear,
An infant Knighthood, took the shield and spear,
Thrilled with a gentle awe and hope sublime.
Nor wonder if an angel by the pier
Their leader be, or if an angel climb
Over the vessel's side their course to steer,
While bells above the stars for blessing chime.
For still in that wild error we revere
The simple grace of the world's maiden prime,
The venturous promise that makes glad the year,
The faith and deed that charm like some old rhyme.
Glide, with the angels then, through waters clear,
Children! we will not call your love a crime.
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