Sent but to mend the broken road, when all the toil was o'er At rest they lay at distance far from noises of the war: A grange near hand they made their camp, nor fared they on its least, And Sven--for he was of the band--did serve them at the feast. But soon a change came on them there, for down a slope hard by Spurred Sandels' aide fast hurrying, and rose his sudden cry: "To arms! to arms! for God's good sake! and be the bridge your care, For word is brought a hostile force will cross the river there. "And, sir," said he to him who led the guard, "if yet you can, Tear quickly down the bridge, or fight till falls the latest man. 'Tis ruin if the Russian can assail us in the rear; And fear ye not, for help is by: the general hurries here." So sped he back, but to the bridge scarce reached the little band When high a Russian platoon rose upon the shore beyond. It wider grows, it thicker grows; a volley blazes wide; Beneath the blast nigh half the band are dying or have died. A fear runs through the little band; a longer stay is vain; Again a thundering volley roars, and only five remain. Then all obeyed the swift command to shoulder arms, retreat: Sven Duva only missed the word, and fixed his bayonet. Still more his turning to retreat th' old look of bungling wore, For, far from going with the rest, upon the bridge he bore; And there he stood, broad-shouldered, stiff, with his old coolness still, Prepared to teach to whomsoe'er the best points of his drill. Nor long he waited ere was need he should his tactics show, For in a moment all the bridge was freighted with the foe: Fast on they pressed, man after man, but each who came was met And tumbled bleeding to the earth by Sven's good bayonet. To push this giant down was more than single arm could do, And still his nearest foe a shield from shots of others grew: The quicker pressed the pushing foe, the more his hope was foiled, 'Till Sandels with his host appeared, and saw how Duva toiled. "Well done!" the chieftain cried, "well done! my bravest soldier thou! Let not a devil pass the bridge: hold out a moment now. Yon brave man be a soldier called, and so a Finn should fight. Come, help him well, for well we owe our safety to his might." The foe soon found th' attack was foiled, and without long delay The Russian forces wheeled around and slowly moved away. The chief, dismounting, sought the stream when all the din was o'er, And asked for him who held the bridge and stayed the Russian war. They pointed to Sven Duva then: his war was overfought; Yea, manlike he had warred, and now the battle-hour was not. It seemed that he had lain to rest what time the sport was done-- Well, scarce more quiet than of old, but much more pale and wan.