They shall go down unto Life's Borderland, 
Walk unafraid within that Living Hell, 
Nor heed the driving rain of shot and shell 
That 'round them falls; but with uplifted hand 
Be one with mighty hosts, an arméd band 
Against man's wrong to man--for such full well 
They know. And from their trembling lips shall swell 
A song of hope the world can understand. 
All this to them shall be a glorious sign, 
A glimmer of that resurrection morn, 
When age-long Faith crowned with a grace benign 
Shall rise and from their brows cast down the thorn 
Of prejudice. E'en though through blood it be, 
There breaks this day their dawn of Liberty.