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Of changing sentinels the distant hum,

The mirth of feasts, the clang of burnish'd arms,

The braying trumpet, and the hoarser drum,

Unite in concert with increas'd alarms.

15.

An abbey once, a regal fortress now,

Encircled by insulting rebel powers;

War's dread machines o'erhang thy threat'ning brow,

And dart destruction, in sulphureous showers.

16.

Ah! vain defence! the hostile traitor's siege,

Though oft repuls'd, by guile o'ercomes the brave;

His thronging foes oppress the faithful Liege,

Rebellion's reeking standards o'er him wave.

17.

Not unaveng'd the raging Baron yields;

The blood of traitors smears the purple plain;

Unconquer'd still, his falchion there he wields,

And days of glory, yet, for him remain.

18.

Still, in that hour, the warrior wish'd to strew

Self-gather'd laurels on a self-sought grave;

But Charles' protecting genius hither flew,

The monarch's friend, the monarch's hope, to save.