the bridge of the dragon.
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In knightly skill and gentle courtesy, Of states' parental care:—a bitter hourOf helpless tears and low-lipped mockery; When thought is low, and all abroad a powerOf subtle evil rife, and few aware,And vernal-hearted men fail everywhere.
At morn they celebrate the solemn mass. In the thin light, wan look the choristers,And wan the priest—a piteous sight, alas! But heart-like, tenderly, the music stirsAnd throbs; and keen, strong-winged, doth overpass The large-eyed multitude upon the floors,'Mid the all-powerful relics, bending low,And 'neath St. Catherine's heaven-illumined brow.
On Margaret's lids that saintly radiance stole, As in the pauses of the holy chaunt,Like a continued harmony, her soul Went on in thought;—as if some ministrant
