ONCE more to the charge, and repeat
The fearless, undoubting endeavor,
The grasp of the hands and the spring of the feet
Unwearied forever.
The wind of the east and the north
Has smitten and stabbed with a knife;
The edict of death has gone forth,
And the issue is life.
Out of March through the mire and clay,
Over April’s brown slope and wet dune,
It shall laugh from the summit of May,
Name its victory “ June.”
Arthur Colton.