Yea, side against them—such the law,
For Moor and Christian are at war”
“Then will I never quit my sire,
But here with him through every trial go,
Nor leave him though in flames below—
God help me in his fire!”
So in the South; vain every plea
’Gainst Nature’s strong fidelity;
True to the home and to the heart,
Throngs cast their lot with kith and kin,