The end of fortune here is seen,
Ascend thy fated throne.”
And now my woman-heart is steeled;
Call forth the bravest of the brave,
Your reapers of the crimson field,
To whom the battle-cry is breath,
To look upon a woman’s death.
I have outlived my love, my power,
My country’s freedom, people’s name,
My flush of youth, my beauty’s flower,