<html xmlns:tei="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0"><body><h1 align="" class="head">Finis Coronat Opus</h1><div class="stanza"><p class="line">THOUGH I have lived as one whose soul is</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">dead</p><p class="line">Nor ever touched my heart-strings to awake.</p><p class="line">Some harmony of love that else had fled</p><p class="line">From where diviner semblance it might take;</p><p class="line">Though I have scorned to hear when there has</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">called</p><p class="line">The sterner voice within that bade me rise</p><p class="line">And spurn the sloth that held my will enthralled</p><p class="line">And veiled my loftier vision to the skies;</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">This of my slumbering spirit I entreat.</p><p class="line">That when I fall and may not rise again.</p><p class="line">Or ever this faint heart no more shall beat.</p><p class="line">And I have lost the stimulant of pain.</p><p class="line">That I some vestige of renown may leave—</p><p class="line">Some flower to which posterity may cleave.</p></div></body></html> · Great War