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Their onward way the Gallic legions took, 

 Despair, dismay, are on his altcr'd look. 



Yet hate indignant low'rs ; 

 Whilst high on Acre's fuming tow'rs 

 The shade of English Richard seems to stand ; 

 And frowning far, in dusky rows, 

 A thousand archers draw their bows ! 

 They join the triumph of the British band, 

 And the rent watch-tow'r echoes to the cry. 

 Heard o'er the rolling surge, — " Thev llv, thev fly !" 



II. 

 " Winds of the wilderness sweep o'er their bands, ^ 

 " And may their bones whiten the desart wide !" 

 The Mam'luc said, as on red Egypt's sands, 

 Gnashing, he clench'd his scymitar, and died! 

 The war trump answer'd : O'er the slain, 

 Yea the proud chief took up his taunting strain, 

 " Victors of the world we tread — 

 " From yonder monuments* the dead 

 " Our glorious march surrey 

 " To Acre — India! — In the sky 

 " Let the banner invincible fly, 

 '• And our triumphs the trumps to the wilderness bray !" 

 Shall Acre's + feeble citadel, 

 Victor, thy shatter'd hosts repel ? 

 Insulting chief, despair — 

 A. Briton meets thee there ! 

 See beneath the burning wall 

 In reeking heaps th' assailants fall ! 

 Now the hostile fires decline. 

 Now through the smoke's deep volumes shine ! 

 Now above the bastions gray 

 The clouds of battle roll away ; 

 Where, with calm, yet glowing mien, 

 Britain's victorious Youth ;{: is seen; 

 lie lifts his eye. 

 His country's ensigns wave through smoke on high, 

 Whilst the long-mingl'd shout is heard, " They fly, they fly." 



III. 

 Ancient Kishon,^ prouder swell. 

 On whose banks they bovv'd, they fell — 

 The mighty ones of yore, whilst, with pale dread, 

 Inglorious Sisera fled! 



3 M 4 "y^'^y 



* Pyramids. 



t Acre, situated near Kishon and Carmel. 

 I Sir Sydney Sniilli. . 



§ Sec Sons of Deborah:—" The river tishon, that ancient nvcr : Ob, my soul, 

 ilidu hast trodden down strcnj^tb. 



