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1820–1897

II.

Jean Ingelow

Comes a day for glory famed Tidings brought the enemy shamed, Fallen; now is peace proclaimed. And a swarm of bells on high

Make their sweet din scale the sky, ‘ Hail! hail! hail!’ the people cry To the king his queen beside, And the knights in armour ride

After until eventide.

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