Strained gallantly my palfrey still.
When all things shook in Nature’s spasm,
And the wind roared down the cleft
Where barriers former storms have left,
Bend like rushes o’er the chasm,
Firmly placed to meet its course,
Fearlessly you faced its force;
When its rude hand rending wide
The curtain of the mountain side,
Showed the village at its foot,