One must fight for the people’s power

And one for the rights of royalty

And each be ready to give his life to work the other’s fall -

The chance of war we cannot shun

Nor would we shrink from our fathers’ cause

Nor dread Death more because the hand that gives it may be dear

We must bear to see Ambition rule

Over Love, with his iron laws;

Must yield our blood for a stranger’s sake and refuse ourselves a tear!

So, the wind may never again

Blow as now it blows for us

And the stars may never again shine as now they shine

Next October, the cannon’s roar

From hostile ranks may be urging us -

Me to strike for your life’s blood and you to strike for mine -

152 [XIV]. [Intercede por mí] / [Plead for Me]

153 [I]. [Fe y abatimiento] / [Faith and Despondency]

154. En la pared de una mazmorra en el Colegio del Sur / From a Dungeon Wall in the Southern College

«Escucha, cuando tu cabello como el mío

se tiña de un gris plateado,