By priest and saint; their swords should win the rest!
France poured her bravest forth to swell the band,
Beauty with tearful eyes and waving hand
Watched their departure; while the trumpet’s peal
From rank to rank was heard—the clash of steel
The martial clangour answered—and the cry
Echoed by joyous shouts, was—“France and victory!”
Led by their princely chieftain they had passed
Through ocean’s storms, nor feared the tempest’s blast;
In trusting zeal to Afric’s shores of wo