That came by steady courage through
The toughest war was ever made
And wiped the earth with William Two
(Who, though it strikes us now as odd,
Was, in his way, a sort of little god)—
Shall she that stood serene and firm,
Sure of her will to stay and win,
Cry "Comrade!" on her knees and squirm
To lesser gods of cheaper tin,
Spreading herself, a corpus vile,