James and Mary Ford, eds. Every Day in the Year. 1902.
March 27Bois Ton Sang, Beaumanoir
By Frances Sargent Osgood (18111850)
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When from young Beaumanoir rose the wild cry,
Beaumanoir, midst them all, bravest and first,
“Give me to drink, for I perish of thirst!”
Hark! at his side, in the deep tones of ire,
“Bois ton sang Beaumanoir!” shouted his sire!
Deeper his soul felt the wound of that word!
Back to the battle, with forehead all flushed,
Stung to wild fury the noble youth rushed!
Scorn in his dark eyes—his spirit on fire—
Deeds were his answer that day to his sire,
Glory’s bright garland encircled his name;
But in her bower, to beauty a slave,
Dearer the guerdon his lady-love gave,
While on his shield that no shame had defaced,
“Bois ton sang, Beaumanoir!” proudly she traced!