Nor rise to the clear air of patient right.

Somewhere his strenuous soul unsoundly rang,

When closely tested. Let the laurels hang

About his tomb, for, with whatever fault,

He led with valour cool a fierce assault

Upon a frowning fortress, densely manned

With strong outnumbering enemies. He planned

Far-seen campaigns apparently forlorn;

He fronted headlong hate and scourging scorn,

Impassively persistent. But the task