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With that he shook the gather'd heath, And spread his plaid upon the wreath; And the brave foemen, side by side, Lay peaceful down like brothers tried, And slept until the dawning beam Purpled the mountain and the stream.
CANTO THE FIFTH.
FAIR as the earliest beam of eastern light,
Fair as that beam, although the fairest far,
Giving to horror grace, to danger pride, Shine martial Faith, and Courtesy's bright star, Through all the wreckful storms that cloud the brow of War.
That early beam, so fair and sheen,
Look'd out upon the dappled sky,
Commanding the rich scenes beneath,
At length they came where, stern and steep,