I can be brave when dim cathedral bells Invite the soul to peace in morning song; The quietude of men at prayer impels A deeper faith in those who would be strong. And there is calm for every frightened heart In spring's consistent flowering. Courage steers A starlit course eternally set apart, Fixed and unchanging through uncounted years. I can be brave -- until the echo comes Of marching hordes and triumphs dearly bought; (Lost races whisper through the throbbing drums The reddened secret history has taught) -- While raucous voices raised in flag-draped halls Resound the brazen note of bugle calls. |