Pause! On The Hesitation Of The Czar To Force A Passage Of The Danube

Aye--hesitate! "Soldiers who stop to think
Are lost." So said a soldier ere he died:
Lost, then, art thou--thus shivering on the brink.
Death was thy father's cure for humbled pride!
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