In man's most dark extremity Oft succour dawns from Heaven.
Respect was mingled with surprise, And the stern joy which warriors feel In foemen worthy of their steel.
Still are the thoughts to memory dear.
Hail to the Chief who in triumph advances!
Thou hast had thty day, old dame, but thy sun has long been set. Thou art now the very emblem of an old warhorse turned out on the barren heath; thou hast had thy paces in thy time, but now a broken amble is the best of them.
I will tear this folly from my heart, though every fibre bleed as I rend it away!