Classic Poem

The cry “To Arms” was clarion clear
And they who heard the call,
Cast to the winds a coward's fear
And answered one and all.

Why did I let my dear one go,
My well-loved, warlike son?
Whose valour 'twas not mine to know
Until the Fight was won.

My heart is desolate with pain
And ever yet will be,
For never more on Earth again
Shall I my dear one see.

But He who marks a sparrow's fall
Will watch a hero die,
And I may meet him after all
Beyond a peaceful sky.