Small refuge can these feeble walls afford
From war’s rude shocks, the musket and the sword.”
Fierce flashed her eye, and proudly rose her head—
“Think not my woman’s heart so weak,” she said—
“No, from this hour, whatever fate betide,
My post is ever by my Gilbert’s side.
Mine were thy wrongs, my vengeance shall be thine,
Through danger or success, thy path be mine!”
“A thousand thanks, my Clara, for that word!
Thy voice has nerved my heart—has edged my sword!