Classic Poem

Now hush the martial trumpet's blare,
And tune the softer lyre;
Nor shrink lest gentler tones should lack
The high, heroic fire:

For many a valiant deed is done,
And great achievement wrought,
Whose inspiration knows no source
Save pure and holy thought.

Nor think some lofty pedestal,
Proud-lifted towards the skies,
The only plane where Worth can wrest
From Fame her highest prize:

For many a nameless nook and lone,
And many a tongueless hour,
Sees deeds performed whose glories shame
The pride of pomp and power.

Nor dream that to a noble deed
It needs a noble name;
Or that to mighty act achieved
Must link a stalwart frame:

For strung by Duty's steady hand,
And thrilled by Love's warm touch,
Slight forms and simple names may serve
At need, to avail for much.

Then lay the blaring trumpet by,
And tune the softer lyre
To songs of Woman's chivalry,
Of Woman's patriot fire.