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Sir Walter returned from the far Holy Land	A
And a blood tinctured falchion he bore	B
But such precious blood as now darkened his sword	C
Had never distained it before	B
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Fast fluttered his heart as his own castle towers	D
He saw on the mountain's green height	E
My wife and my son he exclaimed while his tears	F
Obscured for some moments his sight	E
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For terror now whispered the wife he had left	G
Full fifteen long twelvemonths before	B
The child he had clasp't in his farewell embrace	H
Might both then alas be no more	B
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Then sighing he thought of his Editha's tears	F
As his steed bore him far from her sight	E
And her accents of love while she fervently cried	I
Great God guard his life in the fight	E
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And then he remembered in language half formed	J
How his child strove to bid him adieu	K
While scarcely he now can believe as a man	L
That infant may soon meet his view	K
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But should he not live To escape from that fear	M
He eagerly spurred his bold steed	N
Nor stopped he again till his own castle moat	O
Forbade on the way to proceed	N
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'T was day break yet still past the windows he saw	P
Busy forms lightly trip to and fro	Q
Blest sight that she lives he exclaimed with smile	R
Those symptoms of housewifery show	Q
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For stranger to sloth and on business intent	S
The dawn calls her forth from her bed	T
And see through the castle all busy appear	M
By her to their duty still led	T
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That instant the knight by the warder was seen	U
For far flamed the cross on his breast	V
And while loud blew the horn now a smile now a tear	W
Sir Walter's mix't feelings expressed	V
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'Tis I my loved vassals the warrior exclaimed	X
The voice reached his Editha's ears	Y
Who breathless and speechless soon rushed to his arms	Z
Her transport betraying by tears	F
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And dost thou still love me he uttered when first	A2
A silence so rapturous he broke	B2
She tried to reply but in vain while her sobs	C2
A volume of tenderness spoke	B2
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Behold how I'm changed how I'm scarred he exclaimed	X
Each charm that I boasted is o'er	D2
Thou hast bled for THY GOD she replied and each scar	E2
Endears thee my warrior the more	B
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But where is my child he cried pale with alarm	F2
Thou namest not my Alfred my boy	G2
And comes he not with you she said then some woe	Q
Embitters our beverage of joy	G2
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What meanest thou my love When to manhood he grew	K
And heard of his father's great name	H2
'O let me' he cried 'to the Holy Land go	Q
To share my sire's dangers and fame	H2
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'Perchance my young arm by the cause nerved with strength	I2
May lower the Pagan's proud crest	V
And the brave Christian knights in reward of my zeal	J2
May bind the red cross on my breast '	-
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'And think'st thou ' I said 'with the son I can part	K2
Till the father be safe in my arms	Z
No hope not I'll add to the fears of the wife	L2
The mother's as poignant alarms '	-
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I ceased and his head on my bosom reclined	M2
While his golden hair shaded his cheek	N2
When parting his ringlets I saw the big tears	F
His heart's disappointment bespeak	N2
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The sight overcame me 'Most loved ' I exclaimed	X
'Go share in thy father's renown	O2
Thy mother will gladly to dry up thy tears	F
Endure an increase of her own '	-
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He kissed me he thanked me I armed him myself	P2
And girt his pure sword on his side	I
So lovely he looked that the mother's fond fears	Y
Were lost in the mother's fond pride	I
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He went then How long has my warrior been gone	Q2
A twelvemonth my Walter and more	B
Indeed then he scarcely could reach the far land	A
Until the last battle was o'er	D2
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I told him my Walter what armour was yours	R2
And what the device on your shield	S2
In hopes of your meeting Alas he returned	T2
My armour I changed on the field	S2
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A friend whom I loved from the dawning of youth	U2
For conquest and courage renowned	V2
Fell fighting beside me and thus he exclaimed	X
While life issued fast from the wound	V2
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'And must I then die ere the flag of the Cross	W2
Waves proudly o'er Saracen towers	D
But grant me loved Walter this dying request	V
For victory must surely be ours	D
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'My armour well tried and my falchion my shield	S2
In memory of me deign to wear	W
'T would sooth me to know when the victory comes on	X2
That something of mine will be there '	-
	-
I granted his wish and his arms I assumed	Y2
While yet he the action could see	Z2
And marked with delight that his last closing look	A3
Was fix't with fond pleasure on me	Z2
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Yet now this remembrance so dear to my heart	K2
Is clouded by anxious regret	B3
Since but for this change on the field of the fight	E
The father and son would have met	B3
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But if he has fought and has fallen my love	C3
Suppress cried the knight with a frown	O2
A fear so ill founded if Alfred had died	I
He'd have fallen a child of renown	O2
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Yet vainly he strove by the father's proud hopes	D3
To conquer the father's fond fears	Y
He feared for the life of his boy though with smiles	E3
He answered his Editha's tears	F
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And more and more forced grew the smile on his lip	F3
His brow more o'erclouded with thought	G3
At length he exclaimed From the field of renown	O2
One mournful memorial I've brought	G3
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I grieve that I won it A Saracen chief	H3
Fell bleeding before me in fight	E
When lo as I claimed him my prisoner and prize	I3
A warrior disputed my right	E
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'I'm new to the battle ' he cried 'and this prize	I3
Will wreathe my young brow with renown	O2
Nor will I the conquest resign but with life	L2
That chief by this arm was o'erthrown '	-
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His daring enraged me for mine seemed the stroke	B2
Which laid the proud Saracen low	Q
Besides from his bosom depended no cross	W2
His right to such daring to show	Q
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But surely my Walter the daring bespoke	B2
A soul nobly eager for fame	H2
So many your laurels that one you could spare	W
O tell me you granted his claim	H2
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No Editha no martial pride steeled my heart	K2
The youth I to combat defied	I
He fought like a hero but vainly he fought	G3
Beneath my strong falchion he died	I
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O ill fated youth how I bleed for his fate	J3
Perhaps that his mother like me	Z2
Had armed him and blest him and prays for his life	L2
As I pray my Alfred for thee	Z2
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But never again shall he gladden her eyes	I3
And haste her fond blessing to crave	K3
O Walter I tremble lest you in return	L3
Be doomed to the sorrow you gave	K3
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Say did not the cross when your victim he fell	M3
Lie heavy and cold on your breast	V
That symbol of him full of meekness and love	C3
Whose deeds mercy only expressed	V
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Yes pity shame penitence seized on my soul	N3
So sweet too his voice was in tone	O3
Methought as he lay and in agony groaned	P3
His accents resembled thine own	O3
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His casque I unlaced and I chafed his cold brow	Q3
And fain every wound would have healed	S2
So young and so lovely he seemed that I wept	R3
As by him I tenderly kneeled	R3
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He saw my distress and his last dying grasp	S3
Forgiveness and kindness expressed	R3
And then with a look I shall never forget	R3
He breathed his last sigh on my breast	R3
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But what's this memorial with cheek deadly pale	T3
His Editha falteringly cried	R3
This scarf from his bosom he uttered no more	B
For Editha sunk by his side	R3
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Ah then in her danger her pale look of death	U3
He forgot all the laurels he'd won	V3
O father accurst she exclaimed in that youth	U2
You slaughtered your Alfred your son	V3