O hero-heart, not thine to yield
Nor falter on the mortal field,
However fierce the foemen press.
In midmost battle's shock and stress
The hero-heart is best revealed.

Unveil the splendor of thy shield;
The ancestral sword didst long to wield,
Swing high, and heaven the charge will bless,
O Hero-Heart!

Remember how, ere larums pealed
And squadrons crashed and chargers reeled,
In dim cathedral's hushed recess
White-robed, erect, companionless,
The watch was kept, the vow was sealed,