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"Now by the faith I bear," quoth he, "and by the truth I own, I would not that a single hair of yours were overthrown. But look to the white plume, boys, and follow where it waves, And let your shouts of victory rise above the foeman's graves."

He looked to the right, he looked to the left, and he saw the faltering line; He saw the chivalry of France, in all their splendour shine. He saw the gilded harness, he saw the plumed helm, He saw the splendid ensigns, and he felt his spirit swell. "Hold your fire!" the monarch cried, "let the shot and the bullet pass; I would not have a man fall, till the proper time has come, alas! But if you will not believe me, nor the promise of your King, Look to the white plume in my hat, and follow where it swings!" ivry cracked

Then Henry raised his helmet, and he look'd upon the field, Where the broken lance and banner lay scatter'd far and yield. He knelt upon the bloody sod, his face to heaven he raised, And a hymn of thanksgiving to the Lord of Hosts he praised. "Now by the faith I bear," quoth he,