They part—and from their bosom glance afar

The flashing steel—the panoply of war!

Lo! from the dusky shroud

The monarch, tower-like, stands! crowning his head

The blood-red halo—gleams above, around,

His sword victorious!—To the thundering tread

Of men and steeds the quaking hills resound!—

The sea, the laboring earth, the lurid sky.

Echo his battle cry.

The king comes forth! to hurl in dreadful might