When the last charge sounds <br />And the battle thunders o'er the plain, <br />Thunders o'er the trenches where the red streams flow, <br />Will it not be well with us, <br />Veterans, veterans, <br />If, beneath your torn old flag, we burst upon the foe? <br /> <br />When the last post sounds <br />And the night is on the battle-field, <br />Night and rest at last from all the tumult of our wars, <br />Will it not be well with us, <br />Veterans, veterans, <br />If, with duty done like yours, we lie beneath the stars? <br /> <br />When the great réveillé sounds <br />For the terrible last Sabbath, <br />All the legions of the dead shall hear the trumpet ring! <br />Will it not be well with us, <br />Veterans, veterans, <br />If, beneath your torn old flag, we rise to meet our King?<br /><br />Alfred Noyes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/veterans-2/
