The hero and his friend are met, and fled their fears;
They kiss each other’s cheeks,
They water them with tears.
They cried, “And is our fame, and is our glory stained?
God is our shield,—revenge and victory shall be gained!
We live,—and Mahmud’s might a hundred times shall fall;
We live,—the astonished world our hero-deeds shall see,
And every victory
A burning fleet recall.”
Whence this unusual glare o’er midnight’s ocean spread?