html.skin-theme-clientpref-night @media(prefers-color-scheme:dark){html.skin-theme-clientpref-os }ABOVE the glamour of long-dead Romance
Attired in gold and dress of every hue,
The glitter was not all, for dead did strew
The war-torn fields of Italy and France.
Stern Valor raised the sword and broke the lance
By many an alien wall; and grasping threw
From dying hand its weapon in the dew
Of bloody strife. Yet wherefore not advance
Thus bold and strong in love, my comrades, here
On peaceful plains; and wherefore not unfold
The flag not drenched as yet with battle-stains
As proudly for its purity; and bear
The glorious front of union, though the gold
And blazonry of courts stir not our veins?