—’Twas a sight of fear and awe!
And the crested form of a warrior tall,
With a sword of fire, went before them all;
With a sword of fire and a banner pale,
And a blood-red cross on his shadowy mail;
He rode in the battle’s van!
There was fear in the path of his dim white horse,
There was death in the giant-warrior’s course!
Where his banner stream’d with its ghostly light,
Where his sword blazed out, there was hurrying flight—