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THE KNIGHTS OF STJOHN. Friedrich Schiller


 Oh, nobly shone the fearful cross upon your mail afar,
 When Rhodes and Acre hailed your might, O lions of the war! 
 When leading many a pilgrim horde, through wastes of Syrian gloom;
 Or standing with the cherub’s sword before the holy tomb. 
 Yet on your forms the apron seemed a nobler armor far,
 When by the sick man’s bed ye stood, O lions of the war! 
 When ye, the high-born, bowed your pride to tend the lowly weakness,
 The duty, though it brought no fame, fulfilled by Christian meekness-
 Religion of the cross, thou blend’st, as in a single flower,
 The twofold branches of the palm-humility and power.

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