In sovereign presence I have ever welcome been.
This fit of awe and trembling’s very strange to me;
And yet without dismay this man I cannot see.
I’ve been in forests where the lions make their lair;
I’ve met them face to face; yet knew not what was fear.
In battle I’ve been, oft; in thickest of the fight.
My arm’s upheld our cause, when in most desperate plight.50
Wounds have I dealt, received, that threatened life to take,
Among the brave, the bravest; my heart knew no quake.
This man is weaponless, supine upon the ground.