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Keen in his blood ran the old mad desire / To right the world's wrongs and champion truth; / Deep in his eyes shone a heaven-lit fire, / And royal and radiant day-dreams of youth!
Gracious was he to both beggar and stranger, / And for a rose tossed from fair finger-tips / He would have ridden hard-pressed through all danger, / The rose on his heart and a song on his lips!