There was a Boy, long years ago,
Who hour by hour awake would lie,
And watch the white moon gliding slow
Along her pathway in the sky.
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There is no man of woman born So brave, so good, so wise but he Must sometimes in a night forlorn Take up and use the Iron Key. - awesome 10+