What A Strange Scene If The Surge

So Faithful In Love, And So Dauntless In War, There Never Was Knight Like Young Lochinvar.

Chivalry!---why, Maiden, She Is The Nurse Of Pure And High Affection---the Stay Of The Oppressed, The Redresser Of Grievances, The Curb Of The Power Of The Tyrant ---nobility Were But An Empty Name Without Her, And Liberty Finds The Best Protection In Her Lance And Her Sword.

To The Timid And Hesitating Everything Is Impossible Because It Seems So.

Love Rules The Court, The Camp, The Grove, And Men Below, And Saints Above: For Love Is Heaven, And Heaven Is Love.

Look At A Gown Of Gold, And You Will At Least Get A Sleeve Of It.