Hand in glove with the hand of Truth;
Scoff ye loud at the hope that thrills ye
Deep in the gloom of a midnight sea,
And laugh, laugh up at the fiend that kills ye,
But never look down at the doom to be.
Slither your steel in the swift passado,
Bury her deep in the bosom bared;
Brag ye out in your bold bravado
At them who dare not the things ye dared;
Harry your foes where the tempest blinds ye,