Song for Victory Delayed

No easy task is ours.
Far off is victory yet.
For us the doubtful battle,
For us the tears and sweat.

For us with will unbowed
And strength that shall not tire
And clenched teeth to endure
The test of blood and fire.

For blindness, folly, sloth,
Still must we pay the price, —
The heartstrings rent asunder,
The anguished sacrifice.

On every shore we die.
In every sea we drown.
Adventuring every sky
Our sons to death go down.

Yet purged by flame we front
The fury unafraid,
With faith that flinches not
And high hearts undismayed,

Till strikes the destined hour,
Big with the world's fate.
When we shall scourge to their just doom
The shattered hordes of hate.
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