Come then with me and thou shalt see
A richer, rarer beauty.”
“Lead on,” I cried, and by the side
Of Duty forth I sped me;
Resolved to go, for weal or woe,
Wherever Duty led me.
I followed still, for good or ill,
Through thorny brake and briar;
Or up the steep, or down the deep,
Through water or through fire.