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Aye, proudly did the banner wave, As Queen of Earth and Air; But faint hearts throbb'd beneath its folds, In anguish and despair.

Deep, deep in Paynim dungeon, Their kingly chieftain lay, And low on many an Eastern field Their knighthood's best array. 'Twas mournful, when at feasts they met, The wine-cup round to send, For each that touch'd it silently, Then miss'd a gallant friend!

And mournful was their vigil On the beleaguer'd wall, And dark their slumber, dark with dreams Of slow defeat and fall. Yet a few hearts of Chivalry Rose high to breast the storm,