A soldier of the Cromwell stamp, br With sword and psalm-book by his side, br At home alike in church and camp: br Austere he lived, and smileless died. br br But she, a creature soft and fine- br From Spain, some say, some say from France; br Within her veins leapt blood like wine- br She led her Roundhead lord a dance! br br In Grantham church they lie asleep; br Just where, the verger may not know. br Strange that two hundred years should keep br The old ancestral fires aglow! br br In me these two have met again; br To each my nature owes a part: br To one, the cool and reasoning brain; br To one, the quick, unreasoning heart.