Classic Poem

We do not weep for all the wounds
And Death that comes to yours and ours;
We do not fear the scythe that mows
These fields of brave and precious flowers,
For on the altars of each race,
Since time was young, we laid the price
Of Honour and of Fearlessness —
The Common Weal our Sacrifice.
We strive for children yet unborn,
For love of land and sea and stream —
To guard the Right and spurn the Wrong,
To shatter every Hunnish dream.
All that we seek is joyful life;
All that we court is to be free;
War must be humbled in the dust
For Peace unto Eternity.