Hark! 'Tis the rush of the horses,
The crash of the galloping gun!
The stars are out of their courses;
The hour of doom has begun.
Leap from thy scabbard, O sword!
This is the Day of the Lord!
Oh, but the thrill and the splendor,
The sudden new knowledge -- I can!
To fawn on no hireling defender,
But fight one's own fight as a man!
Who hath a soul that will glow not,
Set face to face with the foe?
"Is life worth living?" -- I know not:
Death is worth dying, I know.
-- F. W. Bourdillon.
The Spectator.
