Classic Poem

Though I should weep until the judgment,
How would it serve—
Brave men are fighting, women speed them,
'Tis a day
Of crucial conflict!
My son, sometimes it seems I'd rather hold
You safe beneath my heart
Than send you forth!
But lo! The sun is red and weaker children go!
Though I should weep until the judgment,
How would it serve!
I'll close my eyes and smile, O Son of Mine,
Your cause is kingly!
Step proud and confident, worthy your mother;
Be firm and brave, O Son of Mine, be strong,
For terror waxeth,
Speed swift away,
Though I should weep until the judgment …