During Battle

Let there be martial music loud and strong.
And shock and clamor of bells, and everywhere
A sudden flame of banners on the air:
Yea, let the people chant a mighty song.
And to the gate-ways of the city throng!
In old and solemn churches, stilly fair,
Let there be organ breath, and stress of prayer;
Let there be love of right, and hate of wrong: —

For lo! outside the city rages now
A deadly conflict, between Wrong and Right.
O perfect, peerless, fervent heart, pray thou
That Wrong be done to death, in all men's sight;
For if he fall not, he will triumph, — how
Those only know who have beheld his might.