Sons of mine, I hear you thrilling To the trumpet call of war, Gird ye then, I give you freely, As I give your sires before, All the noblest of the children I in love and anguish bore. Free in service, wise in justice, Fearing but dishonours breath; Steeled to suffer uncomplaining Loss of failure, pain of death Strong in faith which sees the issue and in hope that triumpeth. Go, and may the God of battles You in his good guidance keep: And if he wisdom giveth Unto his beloved sleep I accept nothing asking, save little space to weep. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODE TO WISDOM by ELIZABETH CARTER TO MY EXCELLENT LUCASIA, ON OUR FRIENDSHIP. 17TH JULY 1651 by KATHERINE PHILIPS THE BROWN GIANT by ALEXANDER ANDERSON AN EASTER OFFERING by NANCY A. BASTON SATURDAY IN Y' HOLY WEEK by JOSEPH BEAUMONT PSALM 27. DOMINIUS ILLUMINATO by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 24, ASKING FOR HER HEART (2) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |