"You have no enemies you say?
Alas my friend the boast is poor.
He that hath mingled in the fray
Of duty that the brave endure
Must have made foes, if you have none
Small is the work that you have done.
You've hit no traitor on the hip
You've dashed no cup from perjured lip
You've never turned the wrong to right
You've been a coward in the fight."