"God give I win my spurs to-night!"

The watch-towers' blazing beacons scarred

With blood-red wounds the face of night:

She heard men gallop battleward;

She saw their armor gleam with light.

"My God, deliver me and mine!

My child! my love!"—all night she prayed:

She watched the battle beacons shine;

She watched the battle beacons fade....