In our heart of hearts believing <br />Victory crown the just, <br />And that braggarts must <br />Surely bite the dust, <br />Press we to the field ungrieving, <br />In our heart of hearts believing <br />Victory crowns the just. <br /> <br /> <br />Hence the faith and fire within us <br />Men who march away <br />Ere the barn-cocks say <br />Night is growing gray, <br />Leaving all that herecan win us; <br />Hence the faith and fire within us <br />Men who march away! <br /> <br />Is it a purblind prank, O think you, <br />Friend with the musing eye <br />Who watch us stepping by, <br />With doubt and dolorous sigh? <br />Can much pondering so hoodwink you? <br />Is it a purblind prank, O think you, <br />Friend with the musing eye? <br /> <br />Nay. We see well what we are doing, <br />Though some may not see - <br />Dalliers as they be - <br />England's need are we; <br />Her distress would leave us rueing: <br />Nay. We well see what we are doing, <br />Though some may not see!<br /><br />Thomas Hardy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/from-men-who-march-away/
