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No!—by yon golden orb which rolls In splendour through the air, If honour's death this day be thine, That holy death I'll share."

They arm'd them for the battle-field, Their blood was boiling high, Forgot were danger, love, and wo, In that proud ecstacy;—

Forgot was she, whose hand alone Could give their hope its meed, Forgot was all in earth or heaven Save their dear country's need.

Their rushing legions like the surge When tempests lash the main, With thundering shout and revelry Spread o'er the fatal plain.

Forth came the cavalry of Gaul, With glittering lance and spur, Led on by warlike Constantine, That christian Emperor.

With cloud of darts, and clash of swords, They greet the early sun, And when his western gate he sought The conflict scarce was done.—

But sober twilight's mantle gray Enwrapt a silent plain, Save where from wounded bosoms burst The lingering groan of pain.