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 Behold!”—and from his Son whose stand Was on his right, from that guardian hand He took the Banner, and unfurled The precious folds—“behold,” said he, “The ransom of a sinful world; Let this your preservation be,— The wounds of hands and feet and side, And the sacred Cross on which Jesus died ! —This bring I from an ancient hearth, These Records wrought in pledge of love By hands of no ignoble birth, A Maid o’er whom the blessed Dove Vouchsafed in gentleness to brood While she the holy work pursued.” “Uplift the Standard !” was the cry From all the Listeners that stood round, “Plant it,—by this we live or die”– The Norton ceased not for that sound, But said, “The prayer which ye have heard, Much injured Earls! by these preferred,