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 Their motions, turning round and round:— His weaker hand the Banner held; And straight by savage zeal impelled Forth rushed a Pikeman, as if he, Not without harsh indignity, Would seize the same :—instinctively— To smite the Offender—with his lance Did Francis from the brake advance; But, from behind, a treacherous wound Unfeeling, brought him to the ground, A mortal stroke :—oh, grief to tell ! Thus, thus, the noble Francis fell: There did he lie of breath forsaken; The Banner from his grasp was taken, And borne exultingly away; And the Body was left on the ground where it lay.

Two days, as many nights, he slept Alone, unnoticed, and unwept;