Classic Poem

There is no thought or deed to-day,
There is no thing that's said or done,
That serves the world in any way
Unless it serves to hold the Hun.

There is no friend, however fast,
Whose friendship's worth a second thought
Who does not place this first and last,
And count all other things as naught.

For nothing matters, small or great,
Nor will, until the fight is won—
Until the Hun's denied the gate,
And silenced every ruthless gun.