Thy cause is Right, gird then thy loins her mandate to f-ulfii ; 

 Unswerving purpose, fix'd resolve, indomitable will 

 Save these ask no auxiliar arm, but cause-reliant stand, 

 Although the foe be myriads strong, and thine a single brand ; 

 Have thou but faith, firm faith alone, and, though the world assail, 

 The will-drawn sword that Justice girds shall 'gainst all odds 



prevail. 



That charmed sword, nor foe can wrench, nor enemy can wield, 

 It may not fall to adverse hand, the spoil of adverse field, 

 With feint, nor guile, smirch thou its blade, but forward boldly 



dare, 



And bear thou thence Right's victory, or leave her champion there. 



J. II. Dell. 



