THE HUGUENOT'S BATTLE HYMN.
0! how our hearts were beating, when, at the dawn of day,
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We saw the army of the League drawn out in long array;
With all its priest- led citizens, and all its rebel peers,
And Appenzel's stout infantry, and Egmont's Flemish spears.
There rode the brood of false Lorraine, the curses of our land;
And dark Mayenne was in the midst, a truncheon in his hand:
And as we looked on them, we thought of Seine's empurpled flood,
And good Coligni's hoary hair, all dabbled with his blood;
And we cried unto the living God, who rules the fate of war,
To fight for his own holy name, and Henry of Navarre.
The King is come to marshal us, in all his armour dress'd,
And he has bound a snow- white plume upon his gallant crest.
He look'd upon his people, and a tear was in
his eye;
He look'd upon the traitors, and his glance was stern and high.