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 But they, now caught within the toils, Against a thousand cannot stand ;— The foe from numbers courage drew, And overpowered that gallant few. “A rescue for the Standard!” cried The Father from within the walls But, see, the sacred Standard falls !— Confusion through the Camp spreads wide: Some fled and some their fears detained; But ere the Moon had sunk to rest In her pale chambers of the West, Of that rash levy nought remained.

END OF CANTO FOURTH.