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THE PRINCESS;
You draw from, fight; we abide what end soe'er, You failing: but we know you will not. Still You must not slay him; he risk'd his life for ours, His mother lives: yet whatsoe'er you do,Fight and fight well; strike and strike home. O dear Brothers, the woman's Angel guards you, youThe sole men to be mingled with our cause,The sole men we shall prize in the after time, Your very armour hallow'd, and your statues Rear'd, sung to, when this gad-fly brush'd aside, We plant a solid foot into the Time,And mould a generation strong to moveWith claim on claim from right to right, till she The woman-phantom, she that seem'd no more Than the man's shadow in a glass, her name Yoked in his mouth with children's, know herself, And knowledge liberate her, nor only here,But ever following those two crowned twins, Commerce and conquest, shower the fiery grainOf Freedom broadcast over all that orbs
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