The Best Rose-bush, After All,

If All The World Were Music, Our Hearts Would Often Long For One Sweet Strain Of Silence. To Break The Endless Song.

I Heard Through The Nightthe Rush And The Clamour;the Pulse Of The Fightlike Blows Of Thor's Hammer;the Pattering Flightof The Leaves, And The Anguishedmoan Of The Forest Vanquished.

The Storm Is Ended! The Impartial Sunlaughs Down Upon The Battle Lost And Won,and Crowns The Triumph Of The Cloudy Hostin Rolling Lines Retreating To The Coast.

This Is The Soldier Brave Enough To Tellthe Glory-dazzled World That "war Is Hell":lover Of Peace, He Looks Beyond The Strife,and Rides Through Hell To Save His Country's Life.

The More Keenly We Are Awake To The Perils Of Life, The Higher And Grander Is The Possibility Of Being Truly Brave.