Trumpeter, sound for the last Crusade! <br />Sound for the fire of the red-cross kings, <br />Sound for the passion, the splendour, the pity <br />That swept the world for a dead Man's sake, <br />Sound, till the answering trumpet rings <br />Clear from the heights of the holy City, <br />Sound till the lions of England awake, <br />Sound for the tomb that our lives have betrayed; <br />O'er broken shrine and abandoned wall, <br />Trumpeter, sound the great recall, <br />Trumpeter, rally us, rally us, rally us; <br />Sound for the last Crusade! <br /> <br />Trumpeter, sound for the splendour of God! <br />Sound the music whose name is law, <br />Whose service is perfect freedom still, <br />The order august that rules the stars. <br />Bid the anarchs of night withdraw, <br />Too long the destroyers have worked their will, <br />Sound for the last, the last of the wars. <br />Sound for the heights that our fathers trod, <br />When truth was truth and love was love, <br />With a hell beneath, but a heaven above, <br />Trumpeter, rally us, up to the heights of it! <br />Sound for the City of God.<br /><br />Alfred Noyes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-trumpet-call/
