Yet shall young souls take the oath of service.
God end War! but when brute War is ended,
Yet there shall be many a noble soldier,
Many a noble battle worth the winning,
Many a hopeless battle worth the losing.
Life is battle,
Life is battle, even to the sunset.
Soldiers of the Light shall strive forever,
In the wards of pain, the ways of labour,
In the stony deserts of the city,