Saturday, April 4, 2020

Lays of Ancient Wheaton



Then out spake brave Horatius, 
The Captain of the Gate: 
"To every man upon this earth 
Death cometh soon or late. 
And how can man die better 
Than facing fearful odds, 
For the ashes of his fathers, 
And the temples of his Gods." 

Haul down the bridge, Sir Consul, 
With all the speed ye may; 
I, with two more to help me, 
Will hold the foe in play. 
In yon strait path a thousand 
May well be stopped by three. 
Now who will stand on either hand, 
And keep the bridge with me?


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