RHYMES AND RHYTHMS
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IITo R. F. B.
We are the Choice of the Will: God, when He gave the word
That called us into line, set in our hand a sword;
That called us into line, set in our hand a sword;
Set us a sword to wield none else could lift and draw,
And bade us forth to the sound of the trumpet of the Law.
And bade us forth to the sound of the trumpet of the Law.
East and west and north, wherever the battle grew,
As men to a feast we fared, the work of the Will to do.
As men to a feast we fared, the work of the Will to do.
Bent upon vast beginnings, bidding anarchy cease—
(Had we hacked it to the Pit, we had left it a place of peace!)—
(Had we hacked it to the Pit, we had left it a place of peace!)—
Marching, building, sailing, pillar of cloud or fire,
Sons of the Will, we fought the fight of the Will, our sire.
Sons of the Will, we fought the fight of the Will, our sire.
