With hammer, girt with manhood’s belt,
So Axel came and joined the war,
Where flight prevailed and horror dwelt,—
An angel sent in time of need.
His arm is death, his glance a frown;
He posts his men, spurs up and down
The lines upon his foam-white steed.
“Stand, Swedes, close up the ranks again!
I have been sent by Carl to bring
His greeting home to all his men.