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And the Boy whom I have borne for woe, But never for disgrace, Shall go within mine arms to death Meet for his royal race.

"Look on him as he slumbers  In the shadow of the Lance! Then go, and with the Cross forsake    The princely Babe of France! But tell your homes ye left one heart    To perish undefiled; A Woman and a Queen, to guard    Her Honour and her Child!"

Before her words they thrill'd, like leaves, When winds are in the wood; And a deepening murmur told of men Roused to a loftier mood. And her Babe awoke to flashing swords, Unsheath'd in many a hand,