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“Kapila, Kapila, so young and true, I yearn for a glory like thine, And hail thee from battle to ask anew, Can ever thy Valor be mine?

“Kapila sat on his charger dun, A hero never so grave: ‘Who loveth all things hath fear of none, ’Tis love that maketh me brave. A woman gave me her soul one day, The soul of my soul to be alway; Thence came my Valor to me, Go try it—try it—and see.’