Nor less admired our Founder’s courage true,
Which did that juggler and his charms subdue.
LIII.
Then rose Canonicus, that shrewd old chief;
“Brother!” he said, “much glory hast thou won;
Thy deeds this day will scantly gain belief
With warriors red, from rise to set of sun:
Great Chepian’s priest, within a moment brief,
Thou, with thy fearlessness, hast overdone;
And thou art greater than his manits are,—