AGN. The gate thou hast defended with thy blood, To-morrow casts thee forth, led out to die; And the proud towers coldly will look down Upon the closing scene; for hearts more hard And more impregnable decree thy doom. Thou diest a traitor’s death;--but wert thou _ours_, Then ev’ry bush around the fatal spot Should hold an armed defender, ev’ry knoll Conceal an ambushed friend, and at a word A wall of steel should bristle round thy breast; Then swords should clash with swords, and they who came To shed thy blood lie weltering in their own. If thou wert ours--and yet thou mayst be ours,----