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There came a sound like the slitting of air By a swift sharp sword   A rush of the sound; and the sleek chest broad Of black Orion Heaved, and was fixed; the dead mane waved toward Lyon. THERE CAME A SOUND LIKE THE SLITTING OF AIR BY A SWIFT SHARP SWORD A RUSH AT THE SOUND AND THE SLEEP JUST BROAD OF BLACK ORION HEAVED AND WAS FIXED THE DEAD MAN WAVED TOWARDS LION
ere are of deeper sort, Prophetic, sad, Which yet for cause are trebly clad; Known death they fly on: This wizard-heart and heart-of-oak had Lyon. “They are more than twenty thousand strong, We less than five, Too few with such a host to strive” “Such counsel, fie on! ’Tis battle, or ’tis shame;” and firm stood Lyon. “For help at need in van we wait-- Retreat or fight: Retreat the foe would take for flight, And each proud scion Feel more elate; the end must come,” said Lyon. By candlelight he wrote the will, And left his all To Her for whom ’twas not enough to fall; Loud neighed Orion Without the tent; drums beat; we marched with Lyon. The night-tramp done, we spied the Vale With guard-fires lit; Day broke, but trooping clouds made gloom of it: “A field to die on” Presaged in his unfaltering heart, brave Lyon. We fought on the grass, we bled in the corn-- Fate seemed malign; His horse the Leader led along the line-- Star-browed Orion; Bitterly fearless, he rallied us there, brave Lyon. OT ETER SLASH M E N E U M A M SLASH LIBY BOX SOME HEARTS THERE ARE OF DEEPER SORT PROPHETIC SAD WHICH YET FOR CAUSE ARE TREBLED CLAD KNOWN DEATH THEY FLY ON THIS WIZARD HEART AND HEART OF OAK HAD LION THEY ARE MORE THAN TWENTY THOUSAND STRONG WE LESS THAN FIVE TOO FEW WITH SUCH A HOST TO STRIVE SUCH COUNSEL FYE ON TIS BAD O'ER THIS SHAME A FIRM STOOD LION FOR HELP AT NEED IN VAIN WE WAIT RETREAT OR FIGHT RETREAT THE FULL WOULD TAKE FOR FLIGHT AND EACH PROUD SCION FEEL MORE LATE THE END MUST COME SAID LION BY CANDLELIGHT HE WROTE THE WILL AND LEFT HIS OFF TO HER FROM WHOM TWAS NOT ENOUGH TO FALL LOUD NAY THEION WITHOUT THE TENT DRUMS BEAT WE MARCHED WITH LION THE NIGHT TRAMP DONE WE SPIED THE VALE WITH GUARD FIRE SLIT DAY BROKE BUT DROOPING CLOUDS MADE GLOOM OF IT AFIELD TO DIE ON PRIS SAW HIS UNFALTERING HEART BRAVE LION WE FOUGHT ON THE GRASS WE BUTTED THE CORN FATE SEEMED MALIGN HIS HORSE THE LEADER LED ALONG THE LINE STAR BROWED ORION BITTERLY FEARLESS HE RALLIED US THERE BRAVE LION
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