Warriors! why still the stroke deny?
Think ye Ontara fears to die?
He fear’d not in his flower of days,
When strong to stem the torrent’s force,
When through the desert’s pathless maze
His way was as an eagle’s course!
When war was sunshine to his sight,
And the wild hurricane delight!
Shall, then, the warrior tremble now?
Now when his envied strength is o’er—