"Sir Hilary charged at Agincourt;
Sooth! 'twas an awful day!
And though, in that old age of sport,
The ruffers of the Camp and Court
Had little time to pray,
'Tis said that Sir Hilary muttered there
Two syllables by word of prayer.
My first, to all the brave and proud,
Who see to-morrow's sun.
My next, with her cold and quiet cloud,