In Equal Sacrifice

about love;
 THUS of old the Douglas did:  He left his land as he was bid  With the royal heart of Robert the Bruce  In a golden case with a golden lid,  To carry the same to the Holy Land;  By which we see and understand  That that was the place to carry a heart  At loyalty and love's command,  And that was the case to carry it in.  The Douglas had not far to win  Before he came to the land of Spain,  Where long a holy war had been  Against the too-victorious Moor;  And there his courage could not endure  Not to strike a blow for God  Before he made his errand sure.  And ever it was intended so,  That a man for God should strike a blow,  No matter the heart he has in charge  For the Holy Land where hearts should go.  But when in battle the foe were met,  The Douglas found him sore beset,  With only strength of the fighting arm  For one more battle passage yet-  And that as vain to save the day  As bring his body safe away-  Only a signal deed to do  And a last sounding word to say.  The heart he wore in a golden chain  He swung and flung forth into the plain,  And followed it crying “Heart or death!” And fighting over it perished fain.  So may another do of right,  Give a heart to the hopeless fight,  The more of right the more he loves;  So may another redouble might  For a few swift gleams of the angry brand,  Scorning greatly not to demand  In equal sacrifice with his  The heart he bore to the Holy Land.