Woman's faith and woman's trust, Write the characters in dust.
Just at the age 'twixt boy and youth, When thought is speech, and speech is truth.
Then hush thee, my darling, take rest while you may, For strife comes with manhood, and waking with day.
Breathes there the man with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land.
The heart-sick faintness of the hope delayed!
Heaven know its time; the bullet has its billet