Into the very depths of grief and shame,
And bring back courage thence! To talk of rest!
How do they rest, unburied on their field,
Our brethren slain by Gaza? Had we time
To give them funeral rites? and ask we now
Time to forget their fall? My father died—
I cannot speak of him! What! and forget
The infidel’s fierce trampling o’er our dead?
Forget his scornful shout? Give battle now,
While the thought lives as fire lives!—there lies strength!