I love the man who dares to face defeat And risks a conflict with heroic heart; I love the man who bravely does his part Where Right and Wrong in bloody battle meet. When bugles blown by cowards sound retreat, I love the man who grasps his sword again And sets himself to lead his fellow-men Far forward through the battle's din and heat. For he who joins the issue of life's field Must fully know the hazard of the fray, And dare to venture ere he hope to win; Must choose the risk and then refuse to yield Until the sunset lights shall close the day And God's great city lets the victor in. |