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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=576903" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Knight-Errant</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Keen in his blood ran the old mad desire<br>To right the world's wrongs and champion truth;<br>Deep in his eyes shone a heaven-lit fire,<br>And royal and radiant day-dreams of youth!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Gracious was he to both beggar and stranger,<br>And for a rose tossed from fair finger-tips<br>He would have ridden hard-pressed through all danger,<br>The rose on his heart and a song on his lips!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All the king's foes he counted his foemen;<br>His not to say that a cause could be lost;<br>Spirits like his faced the enemies' bowmen<br>On long vanished fields--nor counted the cost.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wide was his out-look and far was his vision;<br>Soul-fretting trifles he sent down the wind;<br>Small griefs gained only his cheerful derision,--<br>God's weather always was fair to his mind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But he would comfort a child who was crying,<br>Knightly his deed to all such in distress;<br>Never a beast by the road-side lay dying<br>He did not stoop to with gentle caress.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And by the old, and the sad, and the broken,<br>Often he lingered, a well-beloved guest;<br>Dear was his voice, whatever the word spoken,<br>Sweetening their day with a song or a jest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the far times of brave ballad and story,<br>Men of his make kept the gates of the sea,<br>Wrought mighty deeds of power and glory,<br>Scattered their tyrants, and set the land free!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">* * * * *</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the far times when perchance hearts were stronger,<br>When for a faith men could face death alone,<br>And it would seem that love lasted longer,<br>Such a white soul would have come to its own.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Down in the city the people but noted<br>One who was silent when things went awry,<br>Toiled at dull tasks, and was strangely devoted<br>To small deeds of kindness that others passed by.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Down in the city the people but noted<br>One who thought little of wealth and its ways;<br>One whose true words were full often misquoted,<br>One who laughed lightly at blame or at praise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Virna+Sheard">Virna Sheard</a><div class=q>
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