The Princess: A Medley: Thy Voice is Heard

Thy voice is heard thro' rolling drums,
        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.