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C.D. Warner, et al., comp. The Library of the World’s Best Literature.
An Anthology in Thirty Volumes. 1917.

The Crusaders

By Sir Aubrey de Vere (1788–1846)

THE FLATTERING crowd wreathe laurels for the brow

Of blood-stained chief or regal conqueror;

To Cæsar or the Macedonian bow;

Meteors of earth that set to rise no more:

A hero-worship, as of old? Not now

Should chieftain bend with servile reverence o’er

The fading pageantry of Paynim lore.

True heroes they whose consecrated vow

Led them to Jewry, fighting for the Cross;

While not by Avarice lured, or lust of power

Inspired, they combated that Christ should reign,

And life laid down for him counted no loss.

On Dorylæum’s plain, by Antioch’s tower,

And Ascalon, sleep well the martyred slain.