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 Battles unborn and vast shall view

Our faltered standards stream,

New friends shall come and frenzies new,

New troubles toil and teem;

New friends shall pass and still renew

One truth that does not seem,

That I am I, and you are you,

And Death a morning dream.

Why should we reck of scorn or praise

While we two ride together?

The icy air of godless days

Shall be but wintry weather.

If hell were highest, if the heaven

Were blue with devils blue,

I should have guessed that all was even,

If I had dreamed of you.

Little I reck of empty prides,

Of creeds more cold than clay;

To nobler ends and longer rides,

My lady rides to-day.

To swing our swords and take our sides

In that all-ending fray

When stars fall down and darkness hides,

When God shall turn to bay.

Why should we reck of grin and groan

While we two ride together?

The triple thunders of the throne

Would be but stormy weather.