The Test
Naked reality, and menace near
As fire to scorching flesh, shall not affright
The spirit that sees, with danger—sharpened sight,
What it must save or die for; not the mere
Name, but the thing, now doubly, trebly dear,
Freedom; the breath those hands would choke; the light
They would put out; the clean air they would blight,
Making earth rank with hate, and greed, and fear.
Now no man’s loss is private: all share all.
Oh, each of us a soldier stands to—day,
Put to the proof and summoned to the call;
One will, one faith, one peril. Hearts, be high,
Most in the hour that’s darkest! Come what may,
The soul in us is found, and shall not die.
