Call to Heart
Naught stirs the heart to swell with pride, Or bids the coward, “Come and fight, And seize your fortune, e’er the day Is gone, your hope to speed away”, As words with pointed meaning fierce, And music haunting on the ears. For words a hist’ry ancient tell, Of bravest deeds, of twisted spell; And melodies of old bear still The magic of the trees and rills; So fill they souls with beauty great Through cent’ries long, and kingdoms’ fates.