This Bard's to me a whole-souled man
In honesty and might,
For when he sees Wrong in the van
He leaps like any Knight
To horse, and charging on the wrong
Smites it with the great sword of Song.
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TO THE POET-PRIEST RYAN. · James Barron Hope · Poetry Cove