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Was this the fruit of their glories won, Was this the death for son?

Many a leech heard the call, But each one shrank away; For heavy upon all Was the weight of fear that day: When a thought of treason, a word of death, Was in each eye, and on each breath.

But one with the royal youth Had been from his earliest hour, And he knew that his heart was truth, And he knew that his hand was power; He gave what hope his skill might give, And bade him trust to his faith and live.