TO A HERO
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We may not know how fared your soul before Occasion came to try it by this test. Perchance, it used on lofty wings to soar; Again, it may have dwelt in lowly nest.
We do not know if bygone knightly strain Impelled you then, or blood of humble clod Defied the dread adventure to attain The cross of honor or the peace of God.
We see but this, that when the moment came You raised on high, then drained, the solemn cup— The grail of death; that, touched by valor's flame, The kindled spirit burned the body up.
Oscar C.A. Child