A nineteenth century valiant knight, youthful, brave.
Perhaps you’d like to know his foes, who arose
To strike him down with deadly blows. Who knows
But such as he? Who else can tell
The horrid shapes, the cruel spell
These demons from the pit of hell disclose?
“Hunger,” you say, “sickness and cold; no fold;
No home that such as he might hold, to mould
And make them good, and true, and wise?”
Ah, yes! and on the streets before his eyes