Unto the old man’s words—went with the Germans.
But in the first fight, scarce I viewed the standards,
Scarce did I hear my, nation’s songs of war,
I sprang unto our own,—led the old man with me.
As the young falcon, severed from his nest,
And nourished in a cage, although the fowlers
By cruel torments strip him of his reason,
And send him forth to war on brother-falcons;
Soon as he rises ’mid the clouds, soon as
His eyes o’erstretch the far unmeasured plains