Brand.
[Hesitating.]
Suppose the case—that he spoke true?
The Man.
Then to us all you've basely lied.
Brand.
Have I?
The Man.
How oft you've told us, you,
That God has call'd you to the strife,
That here you've made your home for life,
That <g>here</g> you'll bear the battle through,
That none may shirk the call to serve,
That all must fight and never swerve,
<g>You</g> have the Call! How flames and flashes
In many a heart the fire you've fed!
Brand.
This people's heart is hard and dead!
Their ear is deaf, their fire is ashes!
The Man.
O, you know better;—radiant day
To many a heart has found its way.
Brand.
In tenfold others all is night.
The Man.
You're sent to be their beacon-light
But be the numbers as you choose,
Here is no need to closely scan;
For here I stand, one only Man,
