Fear not that I, reared in thy bosom dear,
Do rave about my duty in this strait,
Or e'er will flinch through promise or through fear!
Though country fail me now, and Heaven and Fate,
Though all the world conspire to crush me here,
It cannot be that I will ever do
What is not worthy of thy valour true!
If to this hiding-place I ran through fear,
The fear of speedy death and desperate,
I'll sally forth, with mind and courage clear,