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 Night cometh on, and all the world
 * Envelopes calm and still.

O’er heav’n above she spreads herself,
 * And o’er the earth below,

And veils the warriors’ flaming eyes,
 * That ’gainst each other glow.

Now raise the Christians walls on high,
 * All in the gloom of night,

And trenches dig around the hill
 * Before the morning light.

When in the east it dawn’d, arose
 * The whole camp of the foe,

The camp, that stretch’d around the hill
 * Farther than eyes can go.

Upon their horses swift they crowd,
 * And heads of Christians slain

They bear upon their lances long
 * To the tent of Kublay Khan.

Into a single mass collects
 * The mighty multitude,

And towards one side their course they bend,
 * Rushing with onset rude