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 And o’er them the whole magic band
 * Ancient enchantments sings.

And soon the bars begin to move
 * In combat mightily,

And that, which they had Kublay nam’d,
 * Hath won the victory.

The multitudes thereat rejoice,
 * Each springs with speed to horse,

And quickly all array themselves
 * Amongst the army’s force.

The Christians they no council hold,
 * And without foresight throng,

And rush upon the heathen ranks
 * As arrogant as strong.

Then first in battle did they meet,
 * Like hail the arrows stream’d,

The crash of spears like thunder roll’d,
 * The swords like lightning gleam’d,

And either host in youthful might
 * To urge the other seem’d.

The num’rous Christians press’d the foe,
 * And ended were the war,

Had not th’ enchanters come anew,
 * Bearing the cloven bar.