Classic Poem

Our English manhood's still the same
As in the days of Waterloo;
The sons uphold their fathers' fame,
Beneath strange skies of burning blue.
The race is growing old, some say,
And half worn out and past its prime;
But English rifles volley " Nay, "
And English manhood conquers time.
Then fear not, and veer not
From duty's narrow way:
What men have done, can still be done,
And shall be done to-day!

The broad wild desert stretched away
For many and many a weary league;
Our soldiers suffered day by day,
Enduring hunger, thirst, fatigue.
But still, when their fierce foes they met,
They fought and conquered as of old:
The sun of England has not set;
Our nation's story is not told.
Then blench not, and quench not
High hope's glad golden ray:
What men have done, can still be done,
And shall be done to-day!