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A warrior and a child Pass'd through the sacred wood, Which, like a mystery, Around the temple stood.

The warrior's brow was worn With the weight of casque and plume, And sun-burnt was his cheek, And his eye and brow were gloom.

The child was young and fair, But the forehead large and high, And the dark eyes' flashing light Seem'd to feel their destiny.