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gentle Una I have loved,

The snowy maiden, pure and mild,

Since ever by her side I roved,

Through ventures strange, a wondering child,

In fantasy a Red Cross Knight,

Burning for her dear sake to fight.

If there be one who can, like her,

Make sunshine in life's shady places,

One in whose holy bosom stir

As many gentle household graces,—

And such I think there needs must be,—

Will she accept this book from me?