Do you not know a goodness wielded
In thought, in word, and in deed
Is behind powers, divine-luring?
One does; knightly stooped to fair need.
Who strove not letting go of, as in
The pureness of one. Well-turned,
The other, praiseful. And that, strong held
Princely stamped; and selfless burned.
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