The veiling shades of night departed

The veiling shades of night departed,
On Lebanon's heights was a rosy glow,
When the serried ranks of the Lion-hearted
Prepared for my first at the Moslem foe.
A voice was heard, like a clarion proud,
Forth, forth to battle, to glory go !
To my lovely second I solemnly vowed
To crush the insolent Moslem foe.
And forth they went, but the voice was stilled, —
A stroke of my whole had laid him low ;
By other hands was the vow fulfilled,
For they tamed the pride of the Moslem foe.