 | The bridal of Vaumond |  |
XIV.
Wild, wild, around the swarming plain,Pale terror and confusion reign;
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Their watch amid the timorous fold,
And the prowling wolves by hunger lash'd
Amid their fleecy care have dash'd,
Scatters the multitude afar
While nobler foes maintain the war,—
So, mingling where the helpless prest,
Rung the shield, and shone the crest;
There the thundering charger neigh'd,
Sweeping there the hero's blade
In its bright circle as it swung
A halo fierce around him flung,
A fleeting diadem of flame.
A deathless symbol of revolving fame,
That metes eternity, unchang'd, the same!
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