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The long procession, thro' the streets bestrewnWith flowers and laurel boughs. The Courtier throngWere there, and they in Orleans, who endur'dThe siege right bravely: D'Orval, and La Hire,The gallant Xaintrailles, Boussac, and Chabannes, 665La Fayette, name that Freedom still shall love;Alencon, and the bravest of the brave,The Bastard Orleans, now in hope elate,Soon to release from hard captivityA dear-beloved brother. He was there, 670Regnier of Sicily, the Sire of her,That great unfortunate, whose various woesSt. Alban's knew, and Hexham's fatal field,And the dark forest, where the Robber metThe midnight Wanderer and her child, and vow'd, 675Aw'd by the Majesty of Fortitude,His sword to serve them. By the Monarch's sideThe Delegated Damsel pass'd alongClad in her batter'd arms. She bore on highHer hallowed banner to the sacred pile, 680

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