’Twill less debase them to submit.’
You said, (oh, not in vain you said,) 25
‘Haste, brothers, haste, while yet we may;
The hours ebb fast of this one day,
When blood may yet be nobly shed.’
Ah! not for idle hatred, not
For honour, fame, nor self-applause, 30
But for the glory of the cause,
You did, what will not be forgot.
And though the stranger stand, ’tis true,