I HAVE left all upon the shameful field,

Honour and Hope, my God, and all but life;

Spurless, with sword reversed and dinted shield,

Degraded and disgraced, I leave the strife.

From him that hath not, shall there not be taken

E’en that he hath, when he deserts the strife?

Life left by all life’s benefits forsaken,

O keep the promise, Lord, and take the life.

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