<html xmlns:tei="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0"><body><h1 align="center" class="head">The Call</h1><div class="stanza"><p class="line">Hark! 'Tis the rush of the horses,</p><p class="line">The crash of the galloping gun!</p><p class="line">The stars are out of their courses;</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">The hour of doom has begun.</p><p class="line">Leap from thy scabbard, O sword!</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">This is the Day of the Lord!</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">Oh, but the thrill and the splendor,</p><p class="line">The sudden new knowledge -- I can!</p><p class="line">To fawn on no hireling defender,</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">But fight one's own fight as a man!</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">Who hath a soul that will glow not,</p><p class="line">Set face to face with the foe?</p><p class="line">"Is life worth living?" -- I know not:</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">Death is worth dying, I know.</p></div><p class="byline">-- F. W. Bourdillon.<br xmlns:exist="http://exist.sourceforge.net/NS/exist" xmlns:html="http://www.w3.org/TR/REC-html40"/> The Spectator. </p></body></html> · Great War