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Or, with their larum, call The burghers forth to watch and ward, 'Gainst southern sack and fires to guard
Dun-Edin's leaguered wall. But not for my presaging thought, Dream conquest sure, or cheaply bought!
Lord Marmion, I say nay :God is the guider of the field, He breaks the champion's spear and shield,
But thou thyself shalt say, When joins yon host in deadly stowre, That England's dames must weep in bower,
Her monks the death-mass sing ;
Led on by such a king.”-
And there they made a stay.
And fit his harp the pomp to sing,
In the succeeding lay.
END OF CANTO FOURTH.