Must rot if they abjure rapacity,

Not argument but effort shall decide.

They number many heads in that hard flock;

Trim swordsmen they push forth; yet try thy steel.

Thou fighting for poor humankind wilt feel

The strength of Roland in thy wrist to hew

A chasm sheer into the barrier rock,

And bring the army of the faithful through.


TO A FRIEND LOST.
(T. T.)