That, like their Mothers, are their daughters now.
True women—and therefore, craft foilers clever—
With sons for your hearts utterance, ye sue
Not, but like Barry to the British crew,
Ye cry out: "What! we strike our colors? Never!
Fie, shot! fie, Gold! these colors, since they drew
Their first star-breath, are God's, and God's forever."
III
Ye know the Leopard changes not his spots.
The Prince of Peace, who spake eternal truth,