And Faith and Truth, and Love and Ruth,
Hovered the battle o'er,
Hind'ring the shot, that freight of death
Between those brothers bore.
”And thus it happed, by God's good grace,
And those good spirits' band,
That Death forbore the leaguer'd place,
The battery-guarded strand.
Thanks unto Heaven on bended knee,
Not scoff from mocking scorn,
Befits us, that to bloodless end
A strife like this is borne! “
--London Punch, May 11.
