He whose soul does not burn,
Let him take up his tent and return.
“Count Me the swords that remain.”
“Lord, hundreds on hundreds are daring.”
“These yet are too many for Me to attain
To the victory I am preparing.
Lead them down to the brink
Of the waters of Marah to drink.”
“Lord those who remain are but few,
And the hosts of the foe are appalling,