Urged by an impulse nothing could restrain.
John’s soul was meek, but he felt in truth
With all the bashful modesty of Youth;
From his blest native Soil he did inherit
A bold, determined mind, and active spirit;
Nought could his zealous energy oppose,
He’d join his Reg’ment, and he’d face its Foes—
Boldly push’d on to share in the Attack,
And found the brave King’s Own in Bivouac.[19]