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 Shall Percy blush, then, for his Name? Must Westmoreland be asked with shame Whose were the numbers, where the loss, In that other day of Neville’s Cross? When, as the Vision gave command, The Prior of Durham with holy hand Saint Cuthbert’s Relic did uprear Upon the point of a lofty spear, And God descended in his power, While the Monks prayed in Maiden’s Bower. Less would not at our need be due To us, who war against the Untrue ;— The delegates of Heaven we rise, Convoked the impious to chastise; We, we the sanctities of old Would re-establish and uphold.”— —The Chiefs were by his zeal confounded, But word was given—and the trumpet sounded;