In fealty to love’s enduring ties,—
With strong faith gleaming through the tender tears
That gather in your eyes,
Look up! and own, in gratefulness of prayer,
Submission to the will of Heaven’s High Host:—
I see your Angel-soldier pacing there,
Expectant at his post.—
I see the rank and file of armies vast,
That muster under one supreme control;
I hear the trumpet sound the signal-blast—