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The lion heart in battle,
The woman's heart in love!
Oh that man once more were manly,
Woman's pride, and not her scorn:
That once more the pale young mother
Dared to boast “a man is born” !
But, now life's slumberous current
No sun-bowed cascade wakes;
No tall, heroic manhood
The level dulness breaks.
Oh for a knight like Bayard,
Without reproach or fear!
My light glove on his casque of steel,
My love-knot on his spear! “
Then I said, my own heart throbbing
To the time her proud pulse beat,
“Life hath its regal natures yet,
True, tender, brave, and sweet!
Smile not, fair unbeliever!
One man, at least, I know,
Who might wear the crest of Bayard
Or Sidney's plume of snow.
Once, when over purple mountains
Died away the Grecian sun,
And the far Cyllenian ranges
Paled and darkened, one by one,—
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