YOU who have gaily left us youth-beshorn,
The town is sunless and the roof forlorn;
Dread stands beside the pillow every morn.
But glory is a beacon in the night,
So brilliant that it bathes the world in light,
And lures these slim lads marching out to fight.
Country of mine, so very strong and young,
What of dark banners fast before you flung!
What of the awful battles yet unsung!
No joyous road I ask for you to-day,
I dare not pipe you peace along the way
That leads to Darkness or increasing Day.
For Heaven plays the prelude: drum and fife
Merging the morning into larger life
Challenge the noon of banners and of strife;
Until, within the living crimson flame,
There seems to burn a new-born country’s name,
The Friend of Light, and Honour’s deathless fame.
(Katherine Hale)
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