As a triumphant banner! Such things are
Even now—and I am here!
Ans. Alas, be calm!
To the same grave ye press,—thou that dost pine
Beneath a weight of chains, and they that rule
The fortunes of the fight.
Raim. Ay! Thou canst feel
The calm thou wouldst impart; for unto thee
All men alike, the warrior and the slave,
Seem, as thou say’st, but pilgrims, pressing on