The choice they yield, the Koran or the sword.
See how the Christians rush to arms amain!
In yonder shout the voice of conflict roar’d;
The shadowy hosts are closing on the plain.
Now God and Saint Jago strike for the good cause of Spain!
“By heaven, the Moors prevail! the Christians yield!
Their coward leader gives for flight the sign!
Their sceptred craven mounts to quit the field—
‘Is not yon steed Orelia?’—‘Yes, ’tis mine!
But never was she turn’d from battle line.’