By God’s grace, and by his own prowess he
Hath vanquished striplings four. Ha! not for him,
But them, to steal back home shamefacedly
Shrinking from taunting tongues through bypaths dim!
His victory hath thrilled his old grandsire
With strength that o’er eld’s frailty triumpheth.
For he that hath attained his heart’s desire
Forgetteth death.