Nor wield his weapons. These words still he spoke,
To embolden the youths; the battle-scarred hero
170 Called on his comrades to conquer their foes;
He no longer had strength to stand on his feet,
. . . . . . . . he looked to heaven:
“Ruler of realms, I render thee thanks
For all of the honors that on earth I have had;
175 Now, gracious God, have I greatest of need
That thou save my soul through thy sovereign mercy,
That my spirit speed to its splendid home