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Passion of fire that sears my hungry heart
Deep with the image of thy shining face,
Clothe me in dreams that breathe the magic part
Of olden wraiths and many a by-gone grace!
Hard to the realms of dim, forgotten days,
When first I lived and spent my numbered years,
Spirit of mine trips down the garland ways
To love-born moments void of earthly fears.
In sportive joust I stood thy pledgéd knight,
Keeping the faith with my victorious arms,
Or when there gleamed the crimson battle light
Thy heart of love made easeful war's alarms.
Old days are gone, but love renews each age,
Letters of gold on God's eternal page.
Deep with the image of thy shining face,
Clothe me in dreams that breathe the magic part
Of olden wraiths and many a by-gone grace!
Hard to the realms of dim, forgotten days,
When first I lived and spent my numbered years,
Spirit of mine trips down the garland ways
To love-born moments void of earthly fears.
In sportive joust I stood thy pledgéd knight,
Keeping the faith with my victorious arms,
Or when there gleamed the crimson battle light
Thy heart of love made easeful war's alarms.
Old days are gone, but love renews each age,
Letters of gold on God's eternal page.
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