And lore of younglings yet must earn.
For tell me, children, whose are these
Fair meadows of the June's increase?
Whose are these flocks and whose the neat,
And whose the acres of the wheat?"
Scarce did we hear his latest word,
On the wide shield so rang the sword.
So rang the sword upon the shield
That the lark was hushed above the field.
Then sank the shouts and again we heard