VICTORY
Whether you shall see it, or I,
We cannot tell
Now. And it doesn’t matter.
For ’twill come when Hell
Is covered, and the batter
Of guns fades:—Victory!
Remember then, you who have fellowed the dead—
Though the worst loudest last
Thunder before the sun—
Remember—though the Hun
And his brute power has passed—
There are more wars to be won!
Oh! while life’s Life, to all Eternity:—
Brothers, press on! Go On To Victory!