Classic Poem

Only the best can e'er the best befall,
The worst must to the best a best reveal;
And though he felt the rent Earth rock and reel,
And through the loathly yellow poison-pall
Heard thunder to reboant thunder call,
And glimpsed the flickering of bloody steel,
Yet Faith he had to know that wounds may heal,
And Love he had that could transfigure all,
To his own Spirit's Beauty. So his sword,
Put to such terrible and poignant test
In slaughterous tasks his human heart abhorred,
Seemed in his eyes God's Justice manifest,
And of all glorious fates, the fate seemed best
To die for Freedom, England, and his Lord.