The lake cross here?—or weapons there?
Face cowardice?—or death?
“Your guns all up?[12] your hearts all true?
How well! Had one turn’d back,[13]
Yon mounts were his no longer save
To hedge and hide his track.
“He easier might have faced, at home,
When snows were all aflame,
The sun! than wives and little ones
Whose cheeks would fire with shame.