III.
Ringed round by her Brave, a fierce circlet of flame, Flashes up from the sword-points that cover her breast; She is guarded by Love, and enhaloed by Fame, And never, we swear, shall _your_ footsteps be pressed Where her dead heroes rest!
Ringed round by her Brave, a fierce circlet of flame, Flashes up from the sword-points that cover her breast; She is guarded by Love, and enhaloed by Fame, And never, we swear, shall _your_ footsteps be pressed Where her dead heroes rest!