Give me thy life, or cower in empty phrase,
The victim of thy genius, not its mate!’
Life may be given in many ways,
And loyalty to truth be sealed,
As bravely in the closet as the field,
So bountiful is fate;
But then to stand beside her,
When craven churls deride her,
To front a lie in arms and not to yield,
This shows, methinks, God’s plan,