Jessie B. Rittenhouse, ed. (1869–1948). The Second Book of Modern Verse. 1922.
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And wakes us from a dream that we had shaped;
Flinging us sharply up against a fight
We thought we had escaped.
No final peace; our victories are few.
But still imperative forces pull us in
And sweep us somehow through.
That wakes our sleeping courage like a blow,
We rise, half-shaken, to the challenging hour,
And answer it—and go.