BENES HERMANOW.
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And from the rocky hills throughout
The vales upon the breeze
Spread strokes of maces and of swords,
Like fall of ancient trees.
Thus motionless both armies stood
Against each other there,
On heels that firm implantéd stay,
On legs that steadfast are.
But Benes wends himself on high,
And towards the right doth swing
His sword, the army thither hastes;
Then towards the other wing
He points, towards the left they rush;
Thence towards the rocky pass;
And from the rocks upon the foe
They hurl the stony mass.
Now to the plain the fight descends,
The Germans they must fly,
The Germans they must shriek aloud,
The Germans they must die!
