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Is offered to the Saints, the sigh
Of tens of thousands, secretly.”—
“Uplift it,” cried once more the Band,
And then a thoughtful pause ensued.
“Uplift it!” said Northumberland—
Whereat, from all the multitude,
Who saw the Banner reared on high
In all its dread emblazonry,
With tumult and indignant rout
A voice of uttermost joy brake out :
The transport was rolled down the river of Were,
And Durham, the time-honoured Durham, did hear,
And the Towers of Saint Cuthbert were stirred by
the shout!
Now was the North in arms :—they shine
In warlike trim from Tweed to Tyne,
At Percy’s voice and Neville sees
His Followers gathering in from Tees,
