Thou hast but an hour to fight;
Now, the blazon’d cross unfolding,
On—right onward, for the right!
6.
What! still hug thy dreamy slumbers?
’Tis no time for idling play:
Wreaths, and dance, and poet-numbers,
Flout them! we must work to-day!
7.
Fear not! spurn the worlding’s laughter;