THE 



STAN DARD BEARER 



In the heart of the Ice King's domain ^ 

 All flashing, he leapt into life ; 

 Chilled waters to him were no bane, 

 They bathed him in strength for the strife. 

 No warmth for this stranger as cold 

 As the ice peaks that towered overhead ; 

 No warmth for this fighter as bold 

 As the boldest that ocean has bred. 



Of the blush of the rose on his fin, 

 That waves like an undulant wing. 

 Of his courage and speed of his kin. 

 The poets of Lakeland will sing. 

 And the fisherman, finding him game. 

 Will tales of his powers unfold. 

 As he tells of the stranger that came 

 From the region of ice and of cold. 



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