The Challenger
Swinburne, Kipling, the Laureate join'd I'll fight,
With sharpen'd spears I'll meet them in the field,
At three to one for I stand for the right
And under fair Fortune thus can great odds yield.
As maiden knight my shield is purest white,
But the bold Boers I'll champion with my pen,
For, using a figure for poetic fight,
I'll blazon it with the blood of Englishmen.
My gifted foes I do not underrate,
Their spears are strong their swords are biting keen —
" A dare-devil task " the world will estimate
" Who is this upstart whom no man hath seen? "
Lance couch'd and charging I hurl my hot hurrah
" Hell yawns for villains! Fiat Justitia. "
With sharpen'd spears I'll meet them in the field,
At three to one for I stand for the right
And under fair Fortune thus can great odds yield.
As maiden knight my shield is purest white,
But the bold Boers I'll champion with my pen,
For, using a figure for poetic fight,
I'll blazon it with the blood of Englishmen.
My gifted foes I do not underrate,
Their spears are strong their swords are biting keen —
" A dare-devil task " the world will estimate
" Who is this upstart whom no man hath seen? "
Lance couch'd and charging I hurl my hot hurrah
" Hell yawns for villains! Fiat Justitia. "
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