Forth to the world’s wide field.
There I shall meet the dark allies,
The Flesh, the Fiend, the World,
And fiercely shall their darts of fire
Upon my heart be hurled.
But I will raise my buckler strong
Betwixt me and the foe,
And, with the spirit’s flaming sword,
Shall give them blow for blow.
Lady, thy sailor I would be,