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 KNEW your soul would come, my love, To comfort mine in pain; But I did not dream to see your face, Nor hear your voice again: I only knelt to God and said, "From prayer I refrain." I dare not keep you here, my love My knight must hold his place, — With the noblest in the land must ride, And foremost in the race. Tis his diviner self I love, The strength that tempers grace.