51 - Magnanimity Baffled
"Sharp words we had before the fight;
But—now the fight is done—
Look, here's my hand," said the Victor bold,
"Take it—an honest one!
What, holding back? I mean you well;
Though worsted, you strove stoutly, man;
The odds were great; I honor you;
Man honors man.
"Still silent, friend? can grudges be?
Yet am I held a foe?—
Turned to the wall, on his cot he lies—
Never I'll leave him so!
Brave one! I here implore your hand;
Dumb still? all fellowship fled?
Nay, then, I'll have this stubborn hand!"
He snatched it—it was dead.