 | The bridal of Vaumond |  |
XXII.
While fought the chiefs, the few, whom fearOr chance had left in battle's rear,
Had but one soul, and thought, and sight,
Addressing them to scan the fight.
Far off—a lingering host that fled
When first arose the bandits dread,
With timorous footsteps gain the spot
Where that eventful strife was fought.
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