“For your altars—your country, her honor!

Your daughters, your sires and your wives,

Be warriors—be heroes,” he shouted,

“And conquer, or yield up your lives!”

On they came, and we looked on our leader,

Who paused ere he gave us the word;

His dark eye was pregnant with passion,

His hand clutched the hilt of his sword;

But a moment, and down, like the whirlwind,

Steed and man, in the pride of our might.