And from him shouts of laughter burst—
He reveled in my whole,
Which quickly made my last my first,
And cheered his lonely soul.
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NOW glory to the Lord of Hosts, from whom all glories are,
And glory to our sovereign liege, King Henry of Navarre!
He was my first, a mighty man, a warrior for the right;
He showed my whole, and went my first when he my last to fight.
Although my last is duty’s cry, with some it goes for naught;
In all adventures have my whole, if you would not be caught.
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HIGH in my first they waved the flag,
’Mid shouts of wild applause;
And soldiers brave marched to my first,
And fought to win the cause.
Without my second we could not
Assert that “Right is might,”
Nor “Virtue is its own reward,”
Nor other proverbs trite.