And with cheerful voice would tell all his plan.
Tried his courage was, I’m told; nor condoled
By humanity, which rolled, with its gold,
On its laughing, rushing way,
Like a crowd of boys at play,
Or a flock of sheep astray from the fold.
But his heart was brave and true, and he knew
That to flinch would never do; so say you?
Thus he bravely bore his part
With a true and loyal heart,