Who all have counted, and have all resigned,
And laid their lives a solemn offering down
For laws, for truth, for freedom,--for mankind?
No boastful words are theirs, nor murderous zeal,
Nor courage fed with the inebriate bowl;
But their brave hearts show in true touch and time
The sober courage of the manly soul.
Ah! who can say how precious and how dear
Those noble hearts, of thousand homes the light?
Yet wives and mothers, smiling through their tears,
Gave them unmurmuring to the holy fight.
O brothers, banded for this sacred war!
Keep your white garments spotless still and pure;
Be priestly warriors, hallowing the right--
So shall your victory be swift and sure.
So shall the spotless King with whom ye ride,
Make vile disorder from the earth to cease;
And Time's triumphant songs at last shall hail
The victory of a true and righteous peace.