George Herbert Clarke, ed. (1873–1953). A Treasury of War Poetry. 1917.
Owen Seaman
Pro Patria
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Because, where Honour calls you, go you must,
Be glad, whatever comes, at least to know
You have your quarrel just.
Her cause you pleaded and her ends you sought;
But not for her sake, being what you are,
Could you be bribed and bought.
May with the brute sword stain a gallant past;
But by the seal to which you set your hand,
Thank God, you still stand fast!
With smiling lips and in your eyes the light,
Steadfast and confident, of those who keep
Their storied ’scutcheon bright.
High-hearted ever, strong in faith and prayer,—
We ask what offering we may consecrate,
What humble service share.
To bear in silence though our hearts may bleed;
To spend ourselves, and never count the cost,
For others’ greater need;—
To hush all vulgar clamour of the street;
With level calm to face alike the strain
Of triumph or defeat;
So best confirm their prowess and their pride,
Your warrior sons, to whom in this high test
Our fortunes we confide.