That, having but one life to live,
Gives that one life so utterly.
Thou that unknowing didst obey,
With straitened thought and clouded eye,
The law, we learn at this late day,
O Père Marquette, whose war is done,
Ours is the charge to bear it on,
To hold the veering banner high
Until we die,
To meet the issue in whose awe