Classic Poem

Came the Negro hordes to Mecca,
Bent on laying Mecca waste;
Feared the Koreish then from battle,
And they flying left their place.
When Mahomed's time arrived,
Famed the Arabs were for warfare;
Success thus depends upon the leader,
And naught else: know this, my son.
When the Captain's heart is stout,
The hardest enterprise is easy;
If he have but patience and courage,
Victory bears him from the field.
Violence for Kings, Roguery for Priests,
Parsimony for the rich, Luxury for women—
These four are their besetting faults,
As it seemed when I thought on them.