LXV

  The clouds were gone, the horizon overspread

  With glowing crimson by the new-born sun,

  And in these signs, unlike the past, was read

  A better promise of the day begun:

  When Bradamant upstarted from her bed,

  And armed her for the journey to be done,

  Her thanks first rendered to the courteous lord,

  For his kind of cheer and hospitable board.

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