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Scared the birds into the heavens;
Echoes rising from the vales,
To the third ridge of the mountains
From their rocky walls resounded.
Smiting clubs, and sabres clashing
Like the awful voice of death.
Thus immoveable the armies,
Thus unconquer'd both they stood,
And their feet were firmly rooted,
Firmly rooted in the ground.
Benesh climb'd a rocky mountain,
Swung his sword towards the right,
There the army's strength seem'd weakest;
Swung his sword towards the left,
There the army’s strength was strongest;
There—up to the riven rocks.
From these rocks they hurl'd huge fragments,
Hurl'd huge fragments on the foe.
Hark! the battle is rekindled,
Hark! from hill to plain—they groan—
Ha! they groan—they fly—the german—Ha! they fall—the battle's won."—p. 6–14.
