“He has no enemies, you say!
My friend, your boast is poor;
He who hath mingled in the fray
Of duty, that the brave endure,
Must have made foes. If he has none,
Small is the work that he has done.
He has bit no traitor on the hip,
He has cast no cup from tempted lip,
He has never turned the wrong to right,
He has been a coward in the fight.”