WE have loved but we have lost
We have fought but we have failed;
We have paid the bitter cost,
Yet our hearts have never quailed ;
We have fallen in the fray
Through the sweep of countless suns,
Yet we've risen and today
We are standing to the guns !
We have dreamed throughout the night
Not of glory without end,
But the whirlwind of the fight
Which the coming day would send ;
We were tempted and we fell
To the bitter depths and then
From the very maw of hell
We have struggled back again.
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I've just submitted a poem about the eve of Waterloo so your poem attracted my attention. It's a fine tribute to the resolute soul. So it's another ten winging its way from England to Tennessee, Henry. Tom Billsborough