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 Is offered to the Saints, the sigh Of tens of thousands, secretly.”— “Uplift it,” cried once more the Band, And then a thoughtful pause ensued. “Uplift it!” said Northumberland— Whereat, from all the multitude, Who saw the Banner reared on high In all its dread emblazonry, With tumult and indignant rout A voice of uttermost joy brake out : The transport was rolled down the river of Were, And Durham, the time-honoured Durham, did hear, And the Towers of Saint Cuthbert were stirred by the shout!

Now was the North in arms :—they shine In warlike trim from Tweed to Tyne, At Percy’s voice and Neville sees His Followers gathering in from Tees,