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The Princess: A Medley: Thy Voice is Heard

Thy voice is heard thro' rolling drums,
       That beat to battle where he stands;
Thy face across his fancy comes,
       And gives the battle to his hands:
A moment, while the trumpets blow,
       He sees his brood about thy knee;
The next, like fire he meets the foe,
       And strikes him dead for thine and thee.

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The Princess: A Medley, published 1847. The first edition contained
only four of the lyrics: \

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