Page:A Sheaf Gleaned in French Fields.djvu/138

Rh 'Shame to the Tyrant!' they shall shout, 'Shame to the vile, vile homicide!' And weakest souls shall round about Gather like warriors brave and tried.

Upon the race transforming now The words shall like a storm-cloud wheel, And if the living hide their brow, The dead shall wake with fire and steel.