No useful soldiers were with him sent,
Neither horseman nor footman we found him;
But alone, on a camel, our warrior went,
With the foe and the desert all round him.
Few and short were the prayers he made,
Not a word of complaint or of sorrow;
But we coldly declined to give him our aid,
And told him to wait—till "to-morrow!"
And he thought as he lay on his anxious bed,
Or the foe-threatened city defended: