To die with justice, truth, and law;
The bloody corpse, the broken shield,
Were all that senseless folly saw.
But, like Antæus from the turf,
They sprung refreshed, to strive again,
Where'er the savage and the serf
Rise to the rank of men.
They seemed to die by sword and fire,
Their voices hushed in endless sleep;
Well might the noblest cause expire