That his belief he should deny.
“If not,” they said, and meant it too,
“To-morrow’s morn brings death to you.”
But Haslibacher said:
“This body you may put to death—
I’ll give my head, but not my faith.”
When night again her mantle spread,
Deep sleep fell on his weary head,
Until the clock struck twelve.
He dreamed he was in daylight fair,