There stand thou now : it is the place for thee,1
Thou stout old chip of Blücher’s brotherhood ;2
There stand, and watch the regal-rolling flood3
Thy lusty song from Frankish thrall set free !4
Thou wert a man who heeded not to dress5
Thy strength in silken vest : no modish rule,6
No nice regards of fashion’s dainty school,7
Pruned the rich growth of thy rough manfulness.8
Such men are Nature’s trumpets : she declares9
Through them against all false and feeble things10
Stern-fronted war ; and courtiers and kings11
Shrink when her strong untutored blast she blares :12
God send us many such, that we may stand13
In this smooth time erect with sword in hand !14