“What! shall ye come in arms to waste our land,
God’s people to extirpate shall ye come,
And then, when it fares ill with you, demand
Our pity?—no; accept your righteous doom,
O fools! that in your own land had not room
To dwell—that had not strength to conquer ours;
Fools, whose desires so far outstrip your powers!
XIII.
“Where are they now, that with the fire and sword
Our land to harry were so free of old?