Straight to the heart of the nations it came,
And the nations were shaken, as wind shakes a flame!
III.
There, ‘mid the millions of Mongols, they stood—
One grain in the desert, a drop in the sea—
Mothers and children—brave men of our blood—
What is their fate? Say, what shall it be?
How can we name the thing that we fear?
The heart, at the thought, is palsied and seer!
IV.