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HAT of the faith and fire within us

Men who march away

Ere the barn-cocks say

Night is growing grey,

To hazards whence no tears can win us;

What of the faith and fire within us

Men who march away!

Is it a purblind prank, O think you,

Friend with the musing eye

Who watch us stepping by,

With doubt and dolorous sigh?

Can much pondering so hoodwink you?

Is it a purblind prank, O think you,

Friend with the musing eye?

Nay. We see well what we are doing.

Though some may not see—

Dalliers as they be—

England's need are we;

Her distress would leave us rueing:

Nay. We well see what we are doing!

Though some may not see!