They met. No eye but Heaven's the secrets knew,

That sad, sweet hour betrayed,

Their hearts nigh burst

'Twixt hope and fear. Yet now, no more afraid

To face the world and say "Yea, do your worst;

 

 

 Sir Harold Sails. 

 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. 

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,

 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. 

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

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