Had passed in triumph from their native land,
Honored and hailed by noble and by slave,
To reap the promised guerdon of the brave.
With eager rapture in that kindling hour
The gallant knight forsook his lady’s bower,
Knelt in farewell, her hand with fervor pressed
That bound the sacred symbol on his breast,
And rushed to follow in the path of fame
His royal chief. From breast to breast the flame
Of holy ardor spread—their cause was blest