What all you cowards so foolish call foolishness
You who have nothing to say of some vigor or vim
That lanterns belittled, shine out nonetheless
So brightened, when cast in the shadow death
That the few who, beleaguered, so bravely ride on
That demons might quickly their grievance redress
That the foe, in his fear, might leave it at armistice
That, broken and lamed, the armies of light will live on
Their faith, never shaken, still firm in belief-
That the just will survive, come storm or what may
All you cowards now bewildered, look, and see
What you call such ‘foolishness’ is the highest bravery,
And you’re lesser than the lowest scum to call it mystery