Sudden he came, all bright like flame;
Upon my head he laid his hands.
“This day past victories I disown:
This day I seek the battle-field
A stranger chief, a knight unknown,
Without a blazon on my shield.”
“Not man, but He the worlds who made,
My hope shall frustrate or approve”—
I only bent my knee, and said,
“Victor or vanquished, thee I love.”