Chapter 35 BOADICEA

When the British warrior queen,

Bleeding from the Roman rods,

Sought with an indignant mien

Counsel of her country's gods,

Sage beneath the spreading oak

Sat the Druid, hoary chief,

Every burning word he spoke

Full of rage, and full of grief:

'Princess! if our aged eyes

Weep upon thy matchless wrongs,

'Tis because rese