‘Sword and spear he might not wield,
But with faith his heart to shield,
Marched he to the battle-field.’—[‘Paradisus Animæ.’]
And so I close with like verses by leal-hearted Sir Egerton Brydges:
‘His tongue, the Spirit’s two-edged sword,
Had magic in its blade;
For while it smote with every word,
It healed the wounds it made.
Yet, who so humbly walked as he,
A conqueror in the field;