Classic Poem

Then come with pomp and joy of color-streaming ships,
With shouts of their unshotted iron lips,
With choral song and no unnoble speech,
The good of all eclipsing good of each,
And, while like incense is the smoke upcurled,
Let this our child be sponsored by the world.

Then dedicate to dreams this dream fulfilled:
To Hope, the dream on which all dreams we build,
To Honor, what in honor was conceived,
To Brotherhood, whereby it was achieved,
To Peace, that there no hostile gun may sound
And all the Earth at last be holy ground;
Ay, to that dream of dreams, most strangely wrought, —
To Man, the Almighty's most amazing thought.

O Soldier of the blameless sword!
Who serves mankind is servant of the Lord.
Servant of God, well done!