The little shopgirls' knight unto the end.
Yea, he had passed, ere we could understand
The blade of Sidney glimmered in his hand.
Yea, ere we knew, Sir Philip's sword was drawn
With valiant cut and thrust, and he was gone.
Who now will praise the Wizard in the street
With loyal songs, with humors grave and sweet --
This Jingle-man, of strolling players born,