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"O well goes the warfare by Galilee's wave, For Gilead, and Nablous, and Ramah we have; And well fare our nobles by Mount Lebanon, For the Heathen have lost, and the Christians have won.'
A fair chain of gold 'mid her ringlets there hung; O'er the palmer's grey locks the fair chain has she flung:
"Oh palmer, grey palmer, this chain be thy fee,
For the news thou hast brought from the Holy Countrie.
"And palmer, good palmer, by Galilee's wave, O saw ye Count Albert, the gentle and brave? When the Crescent went back, and the Red-cross rush'd on,
O saw ye him foremost on Mount Lebanon ?”–
"O lady, fair lady, the tree green it grows;
"The green boughs they wither, the thunderbolt falls,
O she's ta'en a horse, should be fleet at her speed;
Small thought had Count Albert on fair Rosalie,
A heathenish damsel his light heart had won,
"O Christian, brave Christian, my love wouldst thou be,
"And, next, in the cavern, where burns evermore
"And, last, thou shalt aid us with counsel and hand,
He has thrown by his helmet, and cross-handled sword,
And in the dread cavern, deep, deep under ground,
Amazed was the Princess, the Soldan amazed,
Again in the cavern, deep, deep under ground,
Far off was their murmur, it came not more nigh,
Loud murmur'd the priests, and amaz'd was the King, While many dark spells of their witchcraft they sing; They search'd Albert's body, and, lo! on his breast Was the sign of the Cross, by his father impress'd.
The priests they erase it with care and with pain,
High bristled his hair, his heart flutter'd and beat, And he turn'd him five steps, half resolved to retreat But his heart it was harden'd, his purpose was gone, When he thought of the Maiden of fair Lebanon.
Scarce pass'd he the archway, the threshold scarce trode,
When the winds from the four points of heaven were abroad,
They made each steel portal to rattle and ring,
Full sore rock'd the cavern whene'er he drew nigh,
Unmeasur'd in height, undistinguish'd in form,
In his hand a broad falchion blue-glimmered through smoke,
And Mount Lebanon shook as the monarch he spoke; "With this brand shalt thou conquer, thus long, and
Till thou bend to the Cross, and the Virgin adore."
The cloud-shrouded Arm gives the weapon; and see! The recreant receives the charm'd gift on his knee: The thunders growl distant, and faint gleam the fires, As, borne on the whirlwind, the phantom retires.
Count Albert has arm'd him the Paynim among, Though his heart it was false, yet his arm it was strong; And the Red-cross wax'd faint and the Crescent came
From the day he commanded on Mount Lebanon.
From Lebanon's forests to Galilee's wave,
With Salem's King Baldwin, against him came on.
The war-cymbals clatter'd, the trumpets replied,
Against the charm'd blade which Count Albert did wield,
The fence had been vain of the King's Red-cross shield; But a Page thrust him forward the monarch before, And cleft the proud turban the renegade wore.
So fell was the dint, that Count Albert stoop'd low
Sore sigh'd the charm'd sword, for its virtue was o'er, It sprung from his grasp, and was never seen more; But true men have said, that the lightning's red wing Did waft back the brand to the dread Fire-King.
He clench'd his set teeth, and his gauntleted hand;
Short time had Count Albert in horror to stare On those death-swimming eyeballs, and blood-clotted hair;
For down came the Templars, like Cedron in flood, And dyed their long lances in Saracen blood.
The Saracens, Curdmans, and Ishmaelites yield
The battle is over on Bethsaida's plain.-
The Lady was buried in Salem's bless'd bound, was left to the vulture and hourd:
The Count he orcy Our Lady did bring;
Her soul to high
His went on the blast
to the dread Fire-King.