The Patriot
HIS eyes ashine with ancient memories,His blood aglow with subtle racial fire,For him are quenched the stirrings of desire.The pageant of the world has ceased to please;Hushed are the evening songs—the lutes of ease;In the war flame, that old ancestral pyre,He casts his hopes of home, wife, child or sire;Instinct of race, a passion more than these,The spirit of his country, holds him thrall;In him forgotten heroes, forbears, rise,Strengthening his heart to common sacrifice;Out of the darkness generations callAnd martyr hosts, that unrecorded fall,Salute him from the void with joyful cries.London Daily News.
HIS eyes ashine with ancient memories,His blood aglow with subtle racial fire,For him are quenched the stirrings of desire.The pageant of the world has ceased to please;Hushed are the evening songs—the lutes of ease;In the war flame, that old ancestral pyre,He casts his hopes of home, wife, child or sire;Instinct of race, a passion more than these,The spirit of his country, holds him thrall;In him forgotten heroes, forbears, rise,Strengthening his heart to common sacrifice;Out of the darkness generations callAnd martyr hosts, that unrecorded fall,Salute him from the void with joyful cries.London Daily News.
HIS eyes ashine with ancient memories,His blood aglow with subtle racial fire,For him are quenched the stirrings of desire.The pageant of the world has ceased to please;Hushed are the evening songs—the lutes of ease;In the war flame, that old ancestral pyre,He casts his hopes of home, wife, child or sire;Instinct of race, a passion more than these,The spirit of his country, holds him thrall;In him forgotten heroes, forbears, rise,Strengthening his heart to common sacrifice;Out of the darkness generations callAnd martyr hosts, that unrecorded fall,Salute him from the void with joyful cries.
London Daily News.
London Daily News.