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And another thousand came in their rear, On white horses, armed with bow and spear, With quivers of gold on each shoulder laid, And with crimson belt for each crooked blade. Then followed the foot ranks,—their turbans showed Like flashes of light from a mountain cloud, For white were the turbans as winter snow, And death-black the foreheads that darkened below; Scarlet and white was each soldier's vest, And each bore a lion of gold on his breast, For this was the chosen band that bore The lion standard,—it floated o'er Their ranks like morning; at every wave Of that purple banner, the trumpets gave A martial salute to the radiant fold That bore the lion-king wrought in gold.