XXVIII.

But strength is from the Mightiest! There is one Still in the breach and on the rampart seen, Whose cheek shows paler with each morning sun, And tells in silence how the night hath been In kingly halls a vigil: yet serene The ray set deep within his thoughtful eye; And there is that in his collected mien, To which the hearts of noble men reply With fires, partaking not this frame’s mortality!