Dear! of all happy in the hour, most blest <br />He who has found our hid security, <br />Assured in the dark tides of the world that rest, <br />And heard our word, 'Who is so safe as we?' <br />We have found safety with all things undying, <br />The winds, and morning, tears of men and mirth, <br />The deep night, and birds singing, and clouds flying, <br />And sleep, and freedom, and the autumnal earth. <br />We have built a house that is not for Time's throwing. <br />We have gained a peace unshaken by pain for ever. <br />War knows no power. Safe shall be my going, <br />Secretly armed against all death's endeavour; <br />Safe though all safety's lost; safe where men fall; <br />And if these poor limbs die, safest of all.<br /><br />Rupert Brooke<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/1914-ii-safety/
