Finding past efforts to escape all vain,
Then cleaves through dying hounds his bloody way.
Thine was the task, amid war’s wild alarm,
The valor of thy race to vindicate:
Now admiration all true bosoms warm,
And places thee among the gallant great.
It thrills our hearts to think upon the strife
In which, surrounded by the rebel host,
Thou didst deal death for liberty and life,
And freedom win, although an arm was lost.