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THE SUMMER MARCH 63
Farther down the valley
There they are.
Luck to thy meeting with them!
Courage surely will fail the most of them
The King’s countenance beholding
The cross guarding.
Heavy am I and old,
But I follow.”
Then to the King said some one:
«‘ Their treachery punish, burn their farmsteads;
As soon as they glimpse the fire,
All shame-faced,
Tremble will they for wives and children,
Cowed by uncertainty, maddened by fear,
Soon will their forces scatter,
Flight taking,
Making their army disband
In a moment.”
Gentle of mood the King answered:
“©The land I redeem, or perish myself;
After me shall it yet blossom
For your sake.”
Came then a bonder weeping,
Poor was he, and bewailed his loss:
“‘ Lord, thy men have down-trodden
My corn-field.”
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