Classic Poem

Sir Harold Wynn set sail for Holy Land
With Richard, Lion-heart,
Peerless, whose fame--
There, if he might, to act a leal knight's part
And add fresh lustre to his martial name,
Wherewith to move Sir Guy and gain Rowena's hand.

Of Saxon race, Sir Harold Wynn was fair,
Noble in mien and gait,
Stalwart of frame;
In powers of mind and heart a worthy mate
For any lady. Few beside could claim
Domains so large and rich, as could with his compare.

The first knight's sword hung high in hall,
Had healed the feud of race,
By val'rous deeds.
Beneath it in the same proud resting place,
The sons fixed theirs with other warlike meeds,
To prove their martial line had known nor break nor fall.