When lance broke lance and arm met arm—
There were no cowards then!
Sing ho! for the fight of the olden time,
When the muscles swelled in strain,
As the steel found rest in a brave man's breast
And the axe in a brave man's brain!
THE SPANISH MAIN
Between the tangle of the palms,
There gleaming, like a star-strewn plain,
All smiling, lies the sea of calms,