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THE GOLDEN VIOLET.
I took two feathers from its wing,
They are my only crest.
Spring leaves were green upon the trees
What time De Valance fell;
Let autumn's yellow forests say
If I avenged him well.
And then I laid aside my sword,
And took my lute to thee,
And vow'd for my sworn brother's sake
I would a wanderer be.
Till for a year I had proclaim'd
In distant lands his fame,
And taught to many a foreign court
De Valence’s brave name.
Never was heart more kind and true,
Never was hand more bold;
