A monarch's pride in their despair;

A warrior's pride, that will not yield

Though vanquished on the battle-field.

"Captives of my bow and spear!

Zebah and Zalmunna, hear:

God hath smitten down the pride

Of Midian on the mountain's side;

Ye are given, a helpless prey,

Into Israel's hand to-day:

Gideon's arm is strong to spare

Princes, boldly now declare

The form and bearing of the brave

Who at Tabor found a grave?"

His head the high Zalmunna raised,

A moment on the victor gazed,

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And paused until the tide of thought

The image back to memory brought:

His reply was stern and brief—

"As thou art—were they, O chief!

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