The Vigilantes, Fifes and Drums (1917)
“ Where his blood is drunk with the splendor of ships, As he lies in lair with a steel-gray shark— The mad foam on his lips. No more, then, now no more 'Tis ours to watch by the burning lake, But ours, thank God, to wage this war, Thank God—for freedom's sake, Till freedom shall be strong Through hell her heavenly work to do; For force is neither right nor wrong But the use we put it to. So this is the pledge we plight: That we can fight, who do not hate, And we for freedom's love will fight In the venomed teeth of fate. ”
