Fight! said the Leader. Stand and fight! How dare you yield!
What is the pain of the bitter blows,
The ache and sting and the blood that flows,
To a losing field!
Yea, said they, you may stand and fight;
We needs must yield!
What is the danger and pain to you,
When every blow falls fair and true
On your magic shield?
The magical cuirass over your breast,
Leat............