Classic Poem

Let us give thanks, and meet with head uplifted
The pealing bells that ring for righteous peace;
Now that the coward souls like sand are sifted,
We, who are purged, can welcome our release.

Had we not seen the light, our honor, lying
Like unsheathed sword, had lost its dauntless edge, —
Had we not conquered death by our own dying,
We had been false to Freedom's fairest pledge.

But now we kneel, eyes lifted in thanksgiving
With peace triumphant deep within our heart,
We, who have failed nor fallen dead, nor living,
Let us give thanks, for we have borne our part!