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William Down Lighthall HE boyheart of the soldier!
 * The friendgrip of his hand!

They warm me like no other
 * In all our hearty land.

His childlove of his mother
 * Illumining his strength!

There is no picture fairer
 * In any journey's length.

His Knightsoul eyes that rode him
 * Straight into the Crusade!

I know no sunlight clearer
 * Than those eyes unafraid.

The manglance of the battle,
 * How terrible to Wrong!

What promise to our country
 * Rings in his victory song!

The Godsoul in his being
 * That triumphed over death,

Bringeth the holy Temple
 * Where'er he wandereth.