Explore "The Armies of the Wilderness. (1683-64.)" by Herman Melville on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
I. Like snows the camps on southern hills / Lay all the winter long, / Our levies there in patience stood -- / They stood in patience strong. / On fronting slopes gleamed other camps / Where faith as firmly clung: / Ah, froward king! so brave miss -- / The zealots of the Wrong.
_In this strife of brothers / (God, hear their country call), / However it be, whatever betide, / Let not the just one fall._