The hour of dawn is the hour of death— I know by the gas in the morning's breath; I know by the cannon's racking scream, By the rifle's click, by the bayonet's gleam; I know by our crouching, hushed platoon That the word is neat, that the hour is soon When we'll leap to the top with the shibboleth— @3"The hour of dawn is the hour of death!" The hour of dawn is the hour of life!@1 A new world springs from a world of strife! A world uncursed by autocracy's brood; A world of beauty and brotherhood; A world made true to a holy plan— The reign of love, the rule of Man! It is hate and lust and war we knife— @3The hour of dawn is the hour of life!@1 |