To turn and rend her sire!”
“Sheer treason!” cried the major;
And “Treason!” cried his chief.
Our spokesman’s eye their fury brook’d,
Then calmly toward his friends he look’d,
And gave his thoughts relief.
“Nay, theirs are loyal spirits,
But when the wrong is great,
And forms of law do not deserve
Their soul’s allegiance, then they serve