His queenly Muse outspoke.
Tyrtæus' name's come down the years
And did deserve to do,
For so he dried men's eyes of tears,
So loosed their hearts from idle fears,
Stouter they thrust their ashen spears,
Their javelins further threw.
In those fair days Tyrtæus' song
Was all men had to trust,
But while he hymned the coming fight