Our country calls for heroes, And who is a hero now, With no fear in his eyes, With no shade of disguise, With a purpose upon his brow? The wide world calls for heroes, And who will a hero be, With a love for the whole And a clear, steady soul And a spirit brave and free? High heaven calls for heroes, And who is a hero there, With a will for the best, And a mind for the test, And a heart that knows to dare? But never mind the heroes, Nor herald the hero's worth: For our land we will die And for God on high, And for all the groaning earth! |