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QUEEN’S COURT MANUSCRIPT.
Night cometh on, and all the world
Envelopes calm and still.
O’er heav’n above she spreads herself,
And o’er the earth below,
And veils the warriors’ flaming eyes,
That ’gainst each other glow.
Now raise the Christians walls on high,
All in the gloom of night,
And trenches dig around the hill
Before the morning light.
When in the east it dawn’d, arose
The whole camp of the foe,
The camp, that stretch’d around the hill
Farther than eyes can go.
Upon their horses swift they crowd,
And heads of Christians slain
They bear upon their lances long
To the tent of Kublay Khan.
Into a single mass collects
The mighty multitude,
And towards one side their course they bend,
Rushing with onset rude
