Let us keep splendid loyalties, For we are falling prey to lesser things. What use are breath and strength if we no longer feel The thrill of battle for some holy cause Or hear high morning bugles calling us away? Let brave hearts dare to break the truce with thingsEre we have lost our ancient heritage. Are we to gain a world to lose our souls, Souls which can keep faith until death And die, triumphant, in some crimson dawn? Nay, we must keep faith with the unnumbered brave Who pushed aside horizons, that we might reach The better things: We cannot rest until We have put courage once more on her throne; For Honor clamors for her heritage, And Right still claims a kingdom of its own. |