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 Now sink beneath an unexpected arm, And in a death-groan give their last alarm. "On for the lamps that light yon lofty screen "Nor blunt your blades with massacre so mean; "There rests the CALIPH--speed--one lucky lance "May now achieve mankind's deliverance." Desperate the die--such as they only cast Who venture for a world and stake their last. But Fate's no longer with him--blade for blade Springs up to meet them thro' the glimmering shade, And as the clash is heard new legions soon Pour to the spot, like bees of KAUZEROON To the shrill timbrel's summons,--till at length The mighty camp swarms out in all its strength. And back to NEKSHEB'S gates covering the plain With random slaughter drives the adventurous train; Among the last of whom the Silver Veil Is seen glittering at times, like the white sail