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[Thy voice is heard thro' rolling drums]

Thy voice is heard thro' rolling drums,

Cf. Sedgwick's Life, ii. 103.—Extract of a letter from J. Eaton, a private serving in the Battle of Aliwal, 1846, and a son of two of Sedgwick's servants:

“Also, my dear mother, tell Rhoda Harding I thought of her in the battle's heat, and that as I cut at the enemy and parried their thrusts my arm was strong on her account; for I felt at that moment that I loved her more than ever, and may God Almighty bless her.”

Sedgwick's comment: “This is, I think, exquisitely beautiful, for it is the strong language of pure feeling in the hour of severest trial.”

My first version of this song was published in Selections, 1865:

And gives the battle to his hands.
And strikes him dead for thine and thee.


That beat to battle where he stands;
Thy face across his fancy comes,
And gives the battle to his hands:
A moment, while the trumpets blow,
He sees his brood about thy knee;
The next, like fire he meets the foe,
And strikes him dead for thine and thee.
So Lilia sang: we thought her half-possess'd,
She struck such warbling fury thro' the words;
And, after, feigning pique at what she call'd
The raillery, or grotesque, or false sublime—
Like one that wishes at a dance to change
The music—clapt her hands and cried for war,
Or some grand fight to kill and make an end:
And he that next inherited the tale
Half turning to the broken statue, said,
‘Sir Ralph has got your colours: if I prove
Your knight, and fight your battle, what for me?’
It chanced, her empty glove upon the tomb
Lay by her like a model of her hand.

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She took it and she flung it. ‘Fight’ she said,
‘And make us all we would be, great and good.’
He knightlike in his cap instead of casque,
A cap of Tyrol borrow'd from the hall,
Arranged the favour, and assumed the Prince.