Because the storm has stript us bare <br />Of all things but the thing we are, <br />Because our faith requires us whole, <br />And we are seen to the very soul, <br />Rejoice! From now all meaner fears are fled. <br /> <br />Because we have no prize to win <br />Auguster than the truth within, <br />And by consuming of the dross <br />Magnificently lose our loss, <br />Rejoice! We have not vainly borne and bled. <br /> <br />Because we chose beyond recall <br />And for dear honour hazard all, <br />And summoned to the last attack <br />Refuse to falter or look back, <br />Rejoice! We die, the Cause is never dead.<br /><br />Robert Laurence Binyon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-the-end-4/
