WAKE—for the dawn has come, and o'er the top Our wave must go, without a pause or stop Till the Objective's gained—so on and on Till you are There—unless, perchance, you drop. Into the Trench, the hostile Trench, and there Fight to the death, and do not fight too fair— Remember, that the murderers of Hell Are lurking in each nook, each hidden lair! Use the gray steel to pay the long-owed debt, The yard-long steel, the driving bayonet— Put all your power behind the deadly thrust, Nor cease until the blade is redly wet! Rest in the Trench, whence all the foes have fled, Spare those with hands high-raised above the head, Then count it as a day's work, bravely done, And seek repose amid the hostile dead! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO CHLOE; AN APOLOGY FOR GOING INTO THE COUNTRY by JOHN WOLCOTT THE TRIUMPHS OF THY CONQUERING POWER by WILLIAM HILEY BATHURST THE END by BYRON HAVERLY BLACKFORD IRISES by KATHERINE HARRIS BRADLEY I KNOW A BROOK by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD THE CAGED LION by ANNE MILLAY BREMER |