Foes are on thy native sea—
Give our bards a tale of thee!”
And the prince came arm’d, like a leader’s son;
And the bended bow and the voice pass’d on.
“Mother! stay thou not thy boy,
He must learn the battle’s joy:
Sister! bring the sword and spear,
Give thy brother words of cheer:
Maiden! bid thy lover part:
Britain calls the strong in heart!”