Truth needs no armour! Her unshielded breast
May be exposed to calumny and wrong
By the mean malice of the ignoble throng –
Bondmen of vice who, virtues power detest –
But pierced and bleeding, it will yet attest
Her power to triumph though she suffer long
For ’tis the wounded heart that grows more strong
Through pain, to accomplish virtue’s high behest!
Midst slander venomed darts that fill the air
And all unmoved by falsehood’s hideous cries,
And scorning dastard blows from hands unseen
Unarmed, unaided and with bosom bare
She stands defiant and her faith lit eyes
She turns to heaven unconquered and serene.