His faithful vassals to the battle field,
To crown them with renown, and win proud fame,
Was e’er encompassed with such fervent hearts
And such dependent zeal. He leads them on
To purer triumphs, conquests more benign;
They overcome not to spread round them tears
And misery and death. The wars they wage
Are with the stubborn soil; the wreaths they win
Are fruits and flowers. The triumphs they attain,
Are over ignorance, and want and sin,