ANNIVERSARY POEM.
47
This day the fearful reckoning comes
To each and all;
We hear amidst our peaceful homes
The summons of the conscript drums,
The bugle's call.
To each and all;
We hear amidst our peaceful homes
The summons of the conscript drums,
The bugle's call.
Our path is plain; the war-net draws
Round us in vain.
While, faithful to the higher Cause,
We keep our fealty to the laws
Through patient pain.
Round us in vain.
While, faithful to the higher Cause,
We keep our fealty to the laws
Through patient pain.
The levelled gun, the battle brand,
We may not take;
But, calmly loyal, we can stand
And suffer with our suffering land
For conscience' sake.
We may not take;
But, calmly loyal, we can stand
And suffer with our suffering land
For conscience' sake.
Why ask for ease where all is pain?
Shall we alone
Shall we alone
