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“To arms—to arms!”—the warriors cried,And wav'd their flaming falchions wide.
O'er Edward's brow the chiefs on high
Their banners rais'd triumphantly:
Their voice, the shout of victory.
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The warriors on Alvarez gaz'd,
While swift before his heav'n-fix'd eye
Swept visions of futurity.
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