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Friedrich Schiller - The Knights Of St. John
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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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