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Rushed Nial, Morton madly down the steep In generous rivalry who first should reach To avert the peril. Roelike was each leap From crag to crag--they are come--the danger teach, Which Arthur learns with gracious smile to each. Swift to his charger strong the Chieftain springs: The Frenchmen’s bullets whistle vain as Speech Where Action’s wanting. See, his steed hath wings; And safe is he whose fate had sealed the doom of Kings!